WFY 13

Pan Hao wasn’t oblivious to Xu Ran’s change in mood.

With the dorm lights off, the room was quieter than usual, so quiet it felt unnatural. There was no sign of Xu Ran’s usual rambling, or those fake-ass attempts to climb onto Pan Hao’s bed like, “Don’t you think it’s been getting a bit cold lately?”

Sharing one bed between two guys wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither of them ever made a move to send Xu Ran back to his own bed. Pan Hao sure as hell wasn’t about to push away something already in his hands, and Xu Ran had zero complaints about getting a live body pillow for free.

Xu Ran had this weird quirk since he was a kid. He loved hugging something while he slept, preferably lying on his side with his leg slung over it. Before moving away for college, he actually had to resist the urge to bring his 165cm tall teddy bear along from home.

Summer had been fine. He could just hug the blanket. But now that the weather had cooled off, the blanket was better used to cover himself, and his hands had nowhere to go. Sleep just didn’t come easy. No way he was letting this giant human pillow go to waste.

Of course, Xu Ran would never admit any of this to Pan Hao. What kind of grown man goes around cuddling shit like that? He could already picture the disgusted look Pan Hao would give him…

But tonight was shaping up to be one long, sleepless nightmare.

By the twenty-eighth time Xu Ran turned over, he ended up facing Pan Hao’s side. His eyes had adjusted to the dark just in time to see something rectangular flying at his face. Before he could even scream, it landed with a muffled thump square on his head. It was a pillow.

“You trying to kill me?” Xu Ran shouted, voice muffled as half his face was buried in the damn thing. He yelled, but still very honestly lifted the blanket and pulled the pillow under it, hugging it tight against his chest.

That moment was strangely satisfying. The kind of full-body comfort you’d get when Pan Hao finally slid his cock in after teasing you to hell and back.

Pfft. What the fuck was he even thinking?

Xu Ran clung to the pillow, trying to fall asleep, but his mind only got more awake. He vaguely saw that Pan Hao had turned away from him, not even sure what he was using as a pillow now. That back, curled slightly, gave off a weirdly lonely vibe.

The pillow still had a faint scent of Pan Hao’s shampoo on it. Xu Ran sniffed it, then just shoved his face into it, stayed like that until he almost suffocated, and finally rolled onto his back, falling asleep with one arm wrapped around it.

He ended up dreaming.

Back in the summer of his third year in high school, his buddy had tricked him into going to the square and stuffed him into this bulky mascot suit to hand out flyers. To make the mascot look lively, he had to wiggle his ass and wave at every passerby while tilting his head.

What no one saw was the dead-inside expression on his face inside that suit.

That moment haunted him for a long time. Even in the dream, he was still plotting to beat the shit out of his friend once the job was done.

Suddenly he felt a smack on the mascot butt.

Thinking it was some brat, Xu Ran turned around, but there was no kid. It was Pan Hao.

Even in dreams, this guy just wouldn’t let him go. Always trying to cop a feel.

But since it was just a dream, Xu Ran wasn’t scared. He raised his hand and gave that groper a good slap on the hand. It landed with a loud, crisp smack. Just like that, all the resentment from being stuffed in the mascot suit disappeared.

Then the dream shifted.

Somehow, Pan Hao was inside the suit with him. The costume was loose enough, but with Pan Hao’s tall, solid build squeezing in, things got real cramped, real quick. Xu Ran felt like he was being crushed from both sides and couldn’t breathe at all.

“Why are you upset?” Xu Ran heard Pan Hao whisper that right next to his ear.

“I’m not,” Xu Ran muttered, barely hanging on in his dream.

Even in his dream, Pan Hao seemed obsessed with his ass. His hands wrapped around both cheeks, gave them a good squeeze, then let go. His voice teasing, “You won’t tell me when I ask nicely. Want to try another method?”

Fuck, this guy was truly hopeless. Obsessed with his ass even in a dream.

At this rate, it was definitely turning into a wet dream.

Not that Xu Ran minded. It was just a dream, after all. No harm letting loose a little. It’s not like Pan Hao was actually going to climb into his bed and fuck him for real, right?

Pan Hao pulled down his pants and gave that bit of meat between his legs a nice rub. Xu Ran suddenly remembered that outside the mascot suit, they were in a public plaza, people passing by left and right. His nerves kicked in. What would people think if they saw a mascot lying on the ground with suspicious noises coming from inside?

“Relax, baby,” Pan Hao murmured low and slow.

That was a first. Pan Hao had never called him baby. He usually said things like slut or whore. Hearing him say “baby” like that, even though it was kind of gross, Xu Ran actually felt a little giddy.

“Ah…” Xu Ran tilted his hips, offering himself up. That hand really knew what it was doing. When Pan Hao’s thumb brushed over the slit at the tip, it felt like being stroked by a feather. Sometimes he even fondled the neglected balls below with just the right pressure…

Why had he never noticed how good Pan Hao’s hands were before? He’d been giving all the credit to that big fat cock of his. What a shame…. Come to think of it, Pan Hao’s mouth skills weren’t bad either…

Sure, the guy was nuts, but he was fucking effective.

“Feels good?” That voice had a maddening pull to it. Low, raspy, and dangerously seductive. Everything about this guy turned people on except his damn brain. “Mm… feels good…” Xu Ran answered. He didn’t know why it felt so vivid. Even in a dream, the pleasure was intense. By the time he was on the edge of climax, his brain was fuzzy.

When Pan Hao asked again, “Why are you upset,” Xu Ran finally gave him the answer.

The orgasm hit hard. It felt so real that it snapped Xu Ran awake.

He opened his eyes and saw Pan Hao on top of him. Weirdly enough, he wasn’t even surprised. That face had followed him from dream to reality. The feeling in his chest, swollen with tangled emotion and lust, hadn’t faded either. It was hard to tell where the dream ended and the real world began.

After Xu Ran slowly came back to his senses, Pan Hao looked him in the eye. “You think I don’t like you?”

In the faint moonlight spilling in from the window, Pan Hao caught the flash of confusion in Xu Ran’s eyes. That answer from earlier wasn’t what he expected at all. But now that he knew what the issue was, he could work with it.

“You heard wrong…” Xu Ran tried to deny it, but before he could finish, Pan Hao kissed him.

That panicked, helpless feeling he had when he first woke up got swallowed down into his gut. As Pan Hao kissed him deeper, using his tongue to slowly twine with his, the panic melted away, little by little.

During the kiss, Xu Ran instinctively spread his legs to either side of Pan Hao’s waist. His hands slid over Pan Hao’s back, fingers roaming all over. Pan Hao pressed his hips down against him, and the heat from his erection, still behind his underwear, pressed right up against Xu Ran’s perineum.

“W-wait…” Xu Ran turned his head to escape the kiss.

Pan Hao didn’t stop. His lips wandered from his cheek to his ear, where he whispered, “Say it.”

“What… what are we doing right now?” Xu Ran asked. There was a hint of hope in his voice, and Pan Hao heard it.

He licked and sucked on his earlobe, then murmured against it.

“We’re making love.”