TOW 16

When Wang Mian arrived, everyone had already toured Liang Xuan’s luxurious home and were now sitting in the living room watching Southbound.

The doorbell rang. Before Xu Fei could react, Cai Jiajun jumped up and rushed out like the wind. Xu Fei had no chance of stopping him. All he could do was stand there as Cai Jiajun came back in with an arm around Wang Mian, grinning.
“Friend’s here!”

The whole room broke into applause. It was warm and lively enough to draw Liang Xuan out from the kitchen.

When he saw Wang Mian in the living room, he paused mid-step. Then he slipped right back into his usual self, reached out and shook Wang Mian’s hand. “Welcome.”

He turned to Li Shanyi. “What’s for dinner?”

They had a full hotpot feast brought in. Xu Fei took the seat next to Wang Mian and leaned over to whisper, “Sorry about this.” But Wang Mian just shrugged and smiled, “It’s fine,” Then he joked, “Think I could ask Liang Xuan for an autograph later?”

He never got the chance. The room was too rowdy for that. Everyone had made it their mission to mess with Xu Fei, deliberately toasting Wang Mian again and again, like they were trying to get him drunk enough to sell him off to Russia.

Wang Mian accepted every glass, probably a habit honed from years of business dinners. He even challenged Cai Jiajun to a drinking match.

By the end, his suit jacket was off, tie undone, shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked less like a guest and more like an ordinary intern who had gotten too drunk at a company party. Xu Fei couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

He gave up and slipped away to the second floor to smoke alone. One of the doors was ajar, and he pushed it open. The first thing he saw was a wall full of books and a wide beanbag chair in the middle of the room.

Xu Fei lay on it for a while, sinking so deep he felt like his whole body might disappear into it. Eventually, he pushed himself up and walked out to the attached balcony.

The balcony wasn’t enclosed. A blast of cold March wind hit him right away, making the nearby tree branches rustle. Below, the streetlights were glowing, casting a hazy orange light that made everything look blurred. Still, he could make out the lake in the distance. The wind skimmed across it, folding the surface like wrinkled silk.

Xu Fei lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

Someone came up behind him. Xu Fei turned and saw it was Liang Xuan. He was clearly drunk. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes had a distant, unfocused look. Besides, if he were sober, he probably wouldn’t have come near him at all.

Xu Fei didn’t stub out his cigarette. He watched Liang Xuan stop beside him, then turned back to the blurry night view.
“This place must’ve cost, what, tens of millions?” he asked.

“Thirty-eight million,” Liang Xuan replied.

Xu Fei nearly dropped his cigarette.
“Big star, huh.”

Jealousy, admiration, and bitterness all tangled in his voice. He took another drag and blew the smoke toward Liang Xuan.

“It wasn’t paid in full,” Liang Xuan added. He didn’t continue down the financial topic.

They leaned against the railing together and stood there quietly for a while. Xu Fei took another drag, watching the ember burn quickly toward his fingers like a lit fuse.

Then Liang Xuan spoke again. “Your friend’s already passed out.”

Xu Fei sighed. “With how they were pouring drinks into him, even a god would’ve gone down.”

Liang Xuan let out a dry laugh and turned to look at him. His gaze was calm but focused, so focused that Xu Fei felt like a frog about to be dissected. That’s when he realized this was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be alone with Liang Xuan here.

He should never have come in the first place.

“I should…” Xu Fei held the cigarette between his fingers, thumb pointing vaguely behind him.

But then Liang Xuan suddenly asked, “Is he the one you went on that blind date with?”

Xu Fei froze. He had no idea how Liang Xuan got hold of that detail, or maybe he really was just that observant.

“Yeah.” He gave a short reply.

The cigarette was almost burned down. Xu Fei stubbed it out and felt his patience burning out with it. He didn’t want to stay any longer.

“I’ll go check on him,” he said, turning to leave.

But Liang Xuan suddenly grabbed him. His palm was burning hot, searing into Xu Fei’s arm like a brand.

“No need,” Liang Xuan said. “I told you, he’s out cold.”

Xu Fei lowered his head and looked at the hand gripping his arm. Liang Xuan didn’t seem to notice. His hand stayed right there, holding on tight.

After a long pause, Liang Xuan asked,
“Is it because of him?”

“What?” Xu Fei didn’t catch his meaning.

“You said we shouldn’t go on like this,” Liang Xuan said.

His voice was sharp and cold, like ice. Xu Fei thought, No. Of course not.

But what could he say, especially with Liang Xuan this drunk? Was he supposed to confess, Sorry. It’s because I’m obsessed with you like some seventeen-year-old schoolgirl.

How pathetic would that be?

Xu Fei lifted his head. Liang Xuan was still looking at him, eyes clouded with confusion, frustration, maybe even anger.

But what right did he have to be angry?

Xu Fei was the one who had been stupid, pathetic, cornered with nowhere to go.

“Let go of me,” he said coldly.

He didn’t know why, but a wave of heat surged up from his chest. He wasn’t usually like this.

Then he threw a punch, landing it hard across Liang Xuan’s face.

Liang Xuan was caught off guard. He let go of Xu Fei and stumbled back two steps. Xu Fei could clearly see the red mark blooming on his cheek. A sharp rush of satisfaction hit him, like vengeance served cold.

“Stay the hell away from me.” He jabbed a finger at Liang Xuan’s face, spat out the words, and turned toward the study.

But he barely took a few steps when Liang Xuan came after him. Before he could react, Liang Xuan slammed him hard against the bookshelf.

His forehead slammed against the spine of a book. “Fuck you!” Xu Fei cursed in pain, trying to turn and fight Liang Xuan off.

But Liang Xuan pressed in close, pinning him against the bookshelf so tightly he couldn’t move. Xu Fei struggled a few times but couldn’t break free. All he could feel was Liang Xuan leaning in, lips brushing against the edge of his ear, breath hot and heavy.

“Xu Fei,” Liang Xuan called his name, his voice rough and hoarse.

Xu Fei drove his elbow back hard. Liang Xuan let out a grunt and stepped away. Xu Fei spun around and went to punch him again, aiming for his face.

But Liang Xuan caught his hand and shoved forward. The two of them crashed into each other, bodies pressed close in an awkward tangle. Xu Fei tilted his head up and saw Liang Xuan’s eyes, bright like stars. His face was flushed, a thin smear of blood clinging to the corner of his mouth.

“Get off me,” Xu Fei said. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling. Anger, disappointment, pain, and something like helpless frustration churned in his gut.

Then Liang Xuan lowered his head and kissed him, softly.

He tasted of beer. Beer, hotpot, and a faint trace of cigarette smoke.

Xu Fei didn’t understand why Liang Xuan was suddenly so gentle.

“Xu Fei…” Liang Xuan’s lips brushed against his, tongue sliding in, curling around Xu Fei’s tongue and sucking deeply. His hand slid down to Xu Fei’s waist, slipped under his sweater, and began caressing his bare skin.

Xu Fei’s mind went completely blank. He couldn’t think of anything at all.

Liang Xuan pulled back from his lips. Xu Fei instinctively leaned forward, catching his mouth again and biting down right where Liang Xuan’s lower lip had split. Liang Xuan flinched slightly, then let out a soft laugh.
Then his hands suddenly tightened, flipped Xu Fei around, pressed him down, taking the top position.

“Fuck,” Xu Fei gasped as his cheek pressed against the bookshelf. He was panting, letting Liang Xuan yanked down his pants.

“You fucking…” he muttered, cursing under his breath. Though truthfully, he had no idea what he was even saying anymore.

Liang Xuan pressed up behind him. A hot, hard length slid down along Xu Fei’s spine, then lower, bumping against his ass a couple of times. Xu Fei let out a moan, hands gripping the shelf, hips arching back involuntarily.

Behind him, Liang Xuan gave a low laugh. One hand gripped his cock, the other spread Xu Fei’s ass apart. The wet tip dragged slowly through that tight line.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Fuck you!” Xu Fei managed to twist his face around and curse at him.

But his hole was already tightening, clenching involuntarily. His cock in front had gotten hard without him even realizing.

Liang Xuan’s shaft slid lower, the precum leaking from the tip warm and slick, smearing all over Xu Fei’s ass in a mess of heat and wetness.

Xu Fei shut his eyes and gasped.
“You…”

A loud slap cracked through the air.

“Ah!” Xu Fei cried out, voice sharp and trembling. He turned to glare, but Liang Xuan’s hand was already lifted again.

Another sharp smack landed on his ass.

That soft flesh turned red quickly under the moonlight.

Liang Xuan gritted his teeth and reached out to rub it, kneading slow and firm until Xu Fei’s whole body was trembling. He couldn’t stop moaning through his breath, each gasp dragging sound out of him.

“Don’t… stop… fuck…” Xu Fei gasped between ragged moans. “Liang Xuan…”

Liang Xuan leaned down and bit his ear, then whispered, “Keep your voice down. They’re all asleep downstairs.”

Xu Fei’s body trembled even harder.

He tried to squirm away from Liang Xuan’s grip, but Liang Xuan stayed close, pressed tight against him. One hand grabbed his ass while his cock kept grinding between the cleft.

Xu Fei couldn’t help but push back. His hole was already twitching, the hot length nudging against the entrance, rubbing there without going in.

It was torture. A shaky moan escaped his lips. “Liang Xuan…”

Liang Xuan leaned down and bit his shoulder. “Don’t rush.” Behind him came the soft rustle as he put on the condom. It only took a few seconds, but Xu Fei felt like he was waiting forever. His cock was so hard it ached.

He reached back, stroking himself a couple of times, but his hand was weak, fingers slipping uselessly to the side. He ended up grabbing a book for support.

Finally, Liang Xuan pressed up against him again.

His cock was burning hot. So hot that Xu Fei’s ass kept clenching uncontrollably. He hadn’t been prepped. He hadn’t been stretched, hadn’t been prepped at all. But he didn’t care.

“Can you just fuck me already?” he snapped.

Liang Xuan slapped his ass again.

“Fuck…” Xu Fei gasped.
The right side of his ass burned from the slap, but his cock was loving it. Precum kept leaking from the tip, more and more with every second.

“Stop rushing me,” Liang Xuan muttered, grabbing Xu Fei’s ass and pulling it apart. His cock pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

Xu Fei braced himself, gripping the bookshelf as hard as he could.

When Liang Xuan was fully inside, his whole body went slack for a moment. But there was no time to catch his breath because Liang Xuan had already started moving.

He drove into him fast, deep, without holding back. Each snap of his hips slammed into Xu Fei with a heavy, punishing rhythm. His balls slapped against Xu Fei’s ass, skin hitting skin in wet, echoing smacks.

Xu Fei was being fucked so hard his body jerked forward with every thrust. The bookshelf shook beneath him.

His grip slipped, hands scrambling across the surface for something to hold on to. His ass kept pushing back to meet each thrust, only to be driven forward again. If Liang Xuan hadn’t been holding him up, he would’ve already slid down to the floor.

Liang Xuan asked between thrusts, “Is this good?” Then pulled all the way out and slammed back in. His cock was soaked in their mess, and every movement made wet, lewd squelching sounds.

Xu Fei panted, “Slow… slow down.”

Liang Xuan eased the pace, then started rocking forward again, deliberately slow and torturous. Xu Fei felt his ass being stretched wide, the pressure so intense it made his head spin. He couldn’t help but shift his hips, and clenched around the shaft. Liang Xuan let out a low grunt, then suddenly thrust in hard. The tip slammed against Xu Fei’s prostate.

Xu Fei cried out.

“Shhh.” Liang Xuan bit his ear. His fingers found their way into Xu Fei’s mouth. Xu Fei took them in, moaning around them, unable to hold back. Liang Xuan fucked into that spot again and again like he had lost control, driving him right to the edge.

Xu Fei bit down on his fingers, words muffled, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin in a messy trail.

Liang Xuan lowered his face, kissing the edge of his ear, kissing his hair. His teeth grazed the side of Xu Fei’s neck, then he suddenly stopped.

Xu Fei tensed up, shaking his head with a muffled whimper.

But Liang Xuan whispered, “It’s okay.”

Then he sank his teeth into Xu Fei’s neck.

At the same time, his hips slammed forward, grinding against Xu Fei’s aching prostate. He stayed there, buried deep, completely still.

Xu Fei saw stars bursting in front of his eyes. His neck hurt, his ass hurt, his cock hurt.

After a while, Liang Xuan pulled out. He slid his fingers from Xu Fei’s mouth, then flipped him over and dropped to his knees, taking Xu Fei’s cock into his mouth.

He only sucked a few times before slipping his hand around and rubbing Xu Fei’s stretched-out hole.

Xu Fei moaned low in his throat, grabbed Liang Xuan’s hair, and came.

Liang Xuan coughed twice, swallowed the cum, pulled off the condom, and wiped his mouth. Then he looked up at Xu Fei.

Xu Fei had no strength left. He slid down the bookshelf and collapsed onto the soft wool carpet.

They looked at each other. For a long moment, neither of them said a word.

Then Liang Xuan said, “Sorry.”

Xu Fei waved a hand. He looked down, grabbed his jeans, and used them to wipe himself off. Liang Xuan stood up, walked out of the room, and returned a moment later with a basin of warm water. He knelt beside Xu Fei and used a towel to gently, carefully clean him up.

Xu Fei sat there, watching the flushed side of Liang Xuan’s face and the long lashes hanging low over his eyes.

After a while, Liang Xuan carried the water out again. Xu Fei thought he should probably get dressed and head downstairs, but his body felt too weak. He gave up trying and let himself fall back onto the floor.

The rug was soft beneath him, the room warm from the heater, lulling him into a daze. He didn’t know what he was doing anymore.

He fell asleep.