TOW 7

“You didn’t hit me,” Liang Xuan said.

Xu Fei was caught off guard. “Why would I hit you?”

Liang Xuan tilted his head slightly, thinking it over for a while. “Because I’m always… I don’t know anything. I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time,” he said seriously.

His gaze dropped. Xu Fei then noticed Liang Xuan’s fingers were still resting on his arm. The lighting in the corner was dim. With how close they were, their shadows overlapped, like a scene out of a silent film. But around them, the noise was deafening. The lead singer of the band was practically screaming, the drummer hammering out a barrage of beats that made it feel like the chandeliers above might crash to the floor.

Yet Liang Xuan was looking right at him. His fingertips were hot against Xu Fei’s skin.

And somehow, amidst all the noises, Xu Fei felt at peace.

If this was what Liang Xuan meant by inappropriate timing, Xu Fei realized he was drunk too.

“You said we’re still friends,” Liang Xuan said. “But Cai Jiajun called me. Yang Yuan called me. Everyone from the crew messaged me during the Spring Festival to send New Year’s wishes… except you.”

He didn’t sound very happy. Xu Fei thought to himself that Liang Xuan had every right to be upset. It was his fault for being petty and childish.

“I thought you were busy,” he offered a half-hearted excuse. “You must’ve had a lot of social stuff going on…”

Liang Xuan let out a snort. “There was a lot, yeah.” He frowned, clearly recalling those back-to-back events. “And the promo for Holding Up with One Hand…”

He suddenly paused. His fingers pressed harder, digging into the soft flesh of Xu Fei’s inner arm. Xu Fei didn’t move.

“That scandal between me and Feng Zijun…” Liang Xuan said softly. “You know how it is. Art films don’t have much to hype, so they use things like that to stir up attention… completely pointless.”

Xu Fei nodded. “Pointless.”

They fell silent again for a moment. Eventually, Liang Xuan withdrew his hand, leaving behind a few faint finger marks on Xu Fei’s arm. Xu Fei wasn’t sure if he should pull his sleeve down or not.

“Anyway…” Liang Xuan said, “I just don’t think you really treat me like a friend.”

The waiter brought over the beer. Xu Fei hadn’t even touched it when Liang Xuan snatched it midway. The young man grabbed the glass, said nothing, and tipped his head back, downing it in one go. Xu Fei watched his Adam’s apple bob with each swallow, a trickle of beer slipping from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his jaw and neck, and disappearing into his collar.

Too deliberate, Xu Fei thought. Just like that time Liang Xuan came knocking on his door, saying the hot water wasn’t working. The young man clearly had a good sense of what he was doing, even when he said he “didn’t know anything.” Xu Fei understood far more than he did.

But Xu Fei just couldn’t bring himself to stand up and walk away. Not until Liang Xuan finally set the glass down again, his handsome face flushed, lips glossy and red.

“Sorry,” Liang Xuan said. “I’ll order you another one.”

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked the damp corner of his mouth.

Something snapped in Xu Fei’s brain.

I’m fucking insane, Xu Fei thought. Completely fucked in the head.

And yet Xu Fei stood up anyway. “My room’s 815,” he said.

Liang Xuan looked up at him but didn’t move.

Xu Fei went back to his room and took a long shower. He scrubbed every inch of himself with body wash, stood under the hot water until his skin burned.

By the time he came out, toweling his hair dry, there was a knock at the door. He cracked it open just slightly, and Liang Xuan slipped in, grabbed him, and pinned him to the wall.

Caught off guard, Xu Fei stared as the young man suddenly leaned in, his breath carrying the faint scent of alcohol.
“Xu Fei,” Liang Xuan murmured, before lowering his head and kissing him.

His lips were still just as soft.

In an instant, Xu Fei felt as if he had been pulled back to that summer last year, when they had sex in that old hotel. Outside the window was the salty, fishy sea breeze, and in the distance, the sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

Liang Xuan had frowned and asked him, “Is this okay?”

He had knelt between Xu Fei’s legs and reached out to hold his cock, like an eager student trying to learn.

A sob-like moan escaped Xu Fei’s throat. Liang Xuan pulled back a little, but his right hand was still gently gripping Xu Fei’s neck.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Xu Fei gave a slight shake of his head, brushing off the memories. “It’s nothing.” He lifted his face and bit Liang Xuan’s lips. Liang Xuan let out a muffled grunt, then slid his right hand down and pulled open the towel around Xu Fei’s waist.
“Get on the bed,” he said.

Xu Fei obediently climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. His head was lowered, forehead pressed against the soft pillow, ass raised like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. But he didn’t care at all.
He just listened to the faint rustling behind him, then felt the bed sink as Liang Xuan climbed up.

Liang Xuan’s hand was unbelievably hot. It moved over the tattoos on Xu Fei’s shoulders and arms, then glided downward like fingers across piano keys, tracing his back, his ass, and down his thighs. It was too hot. So hot that Xu Fei almost felt like he was about to catch fire himself. He trembled uncontrollably, biting down hard on his lip just to keep from making any humiliating sound. He had never felt this starved before.

But Liang Xuan was still kissing him. Kissing down his spine, kissing the dip of his lower back, kissing the soft flesh at the curve of his ass. Then he reached out and spread him open, and his tongue slid down the crease between his cheeks.

Xu Fei thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Fuck me,” he forced the words out. “Quit messing around.”

Liang Xuan froze for a second. But the grip on Xu Fei’s ass tightened, tight enough to sting. Then Xu Fei jolted. Liang Xuan buried his face between his cheeks and bit the soft flesh around his hole.

A low sound slipped from Xu Fei’s throat as he opened his mouth and bit down on the pillow. Liang Xuan’s tongue slid into his ass, licking along the feverish walls of his passage, inching deeper and deeper. Xu Fei was so thoroughly licked he felt like his whole body was melting. His cock hardened quickly, pressed against the sheets, rubbing back and forth as Liang Xuan licked him. Pre-cum spilled, soaking a large patch of the bed beneath him.

“Liang Xuan…” Xu Fei moaned helplessly. “Liang Xuan…”

Liang Xuan spread his ass cheeks even wider, his tongue pushing in again and again, occasionally sucking and nibbling like Xu Fei’s hole was some kind of dessert. The room was filled with wet, lewd sounds and Xu Fei’s ragged breathing. It felt like a fever dream, like he was trapped in the middle of a vivid wet fantasy.

“Liang Xuan,” he gasped, begging, “stop licking… stop… I’m gonna cum…”

Liang Xuan finally pulled back, planting one last wet kiss before sitting up and pressing his cock against Xu Fei’s hole.

“You want me to fuck you?” he rasped, barely sounded like himself. “Alright. I’ll fuck you.”

Xu Fei’s body went soft again. His upper half lay flat against the bed while Liang Xuan lifted his hips high. He could feel his hole pulsing slightly, as if trying to swallow Liang Xuan’s cock on its own. Then he heard Liang Xuan call his name.

“Xu Fei.”

The young man’s voice was muffled, broken, but Xu Fei still heard him clearly.
“I’ve been thinking about you… all this time.”

Xu Fei’s heart skipped. But he knew it wasn’t meant the way he wanted.

So he forced a smug little smile. “I’m… I’m that good, huh?”

Liang Xuan pushed inside.

Xu Fei realized his body remembered this cock all too well. He relaxed almost automatically, letting Liang Xuan in completely. It had been nearly half a year since he last felt this full. When Liang Xuan thrust in completely, they both let out a groan of satisfaction.

Xu Fei started rambling.

“So… so good.” He panted. “You’re so big… fuck, Liang Xuan, right there… hit that spot. Yeah, yeah, fuck, you’re amazing…”

Liang Xuan gritted his teeth as he fucked him. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of Xu Fei’s ass, gripping so hard it felt like they might draw blood. He moved fast, his cock pounding into Xu Fei with short, fierce thrusts that made Xu Fei jolt forward again and again, his head nearly slamming into the headboard.

Xu Fei felt like he was about to black out from how hard he was getting fucked. His ears were filled with the sound of his own babbling and the sharp slaps of their bodies colliding.

“Liang Xuan,” he called out softly, “Liang Xuan…”

He wanted to say he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted Liang Xuan to touch his cock, which was so hard it hurt. But he was too weak, his hands just clawing helplessly at the sheets.

Then Liang Xuan suddenly pulled out.

Xu Fei was hit with a sharp, aching emptiness. He gasped like a broken bellows, but before he could protest, Liang Xuan flipped him over, lifted both his legs onto his shoulders, and thrust back in, slamming his cock deep into him again.

This time, the penetration was fast and forceful. With one hard thrust, he was buried to the hilt, slamming right into Xu Fei’s prostate.

Xu Fei’s mouth fell open. No sound came out.

He just came. Instantly.

Liang Xuan let out a breath. “Xu Fei.” He reached out to touch Xu Fei’s face. Still dazed, Xu Fei opened his mouth and took Liang Xuan’s fingers in, sucking on them.

Liang Xuan bit his lip as he looked at him, then suddenly pulled out, ripped off the condom, stroked himself twice, straddled Xu Fei’s waist, and cummed all over his face.

Hot, sticky cum splattered across Xu Fei’s face. It clung to his skin, his lashes, thick enough that he couldn’t open his eyes. But then Liang Xuan leaned down and licked his nose and eyelids, like a puppy trying to please its master.

So Xu Fei didn’t say a word.

They lay tangled together for a while. When the post-orgasm fog started to lift, Xu Fei turned his head and saw Liang Xuan still panting quietly beside him.

“Honestly,” he said, “I missed you too.”

Liang Xuan paused for two seconds, then turned to face him.

Xu Fei shrugged. “You’re hot, you’ve got a big dick. It’s hard not to miss you.”

Liang Xuan gave him a look that said, Are you a fucking idiot? His face was still red, but his eyes were clear. The sex must have sobered him up completely. Xu Fei couldn’t help but wonder, with a mean little twist of amusement, if he was already regretting this down to his guts.

Liang Xuan looked away.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” he asked suddenly.

Xu Fei blinked. “Not really?” he replied. “Why?”

Liang Xuan pressed his lips together. After a moment, he said, “I’m not heading back to the set for a couple of days. If you’re free too, maybe we could go out… You said before you’ve never really had the chance to explore Xinjing.”

Xu Fei’s heart gave two heavy thuds. Traitor, he cursed silently, wishing he could rip it out and toss it into the trash bin downstairs. But Liang Xuan was still waiting for his answer, so he forced himself to stay calm and said, “Did I say that?”

Liang Xuan let out a quiet hum. His voice was low and quick, as if he were a little embarrassed.

Xu Fei licked his lips.

“Forget it,” he said. “Go out where? The Forbidden City? My agent probably already bought my plane ticket.”

Liang Xuan blinked, like he was really thinking about that. After a while, he nodded slowly. “Yeah… makes sense.”

They lay side by side for a while longer. Liang Xuan’s phone buzzed on the floor. He reached over, picked it up, glanced at the screen, and said, “My agent’s looking for me.”

Xu Fei nodded. “You should go,” he said, then added, “And take a shower.”

Liang Xuan didn’t argue. He got up and headed into the bathroom, leaving Xu Fei lying there alone. His body felt sticky, and the warm air from the air conditioner made him feel a little dazed. Like a fish drying in the wind, he thought.

It was probably more than twenty minutes before Liang Xuan pushed the door open again. He was fully dressed, his buzz cut half-dried, and he had returned to that sharp, commanding presence he usually carried. But when he bent down to put on his socks and lifted one foot, his body swayed slightly with the motion. It reminded Xu Fei that he was, after all, just a young man who had only recently graduated from college.

Xu Fei lay sideways on the bed, watching him, and felt his heart soften again. He knew there was no saving himself.

“If we’re really gonna wander around Xinjing,” he muttered, “I’m not taking the subway. The subway here is hell.”

Liang Xuan looked up at him. After a few seconds, he asked, “Bus, then?”

Xu Fei gave him a middle finger.