WTCM Extra 1. Phone Play

It was only after living together with Qi Haiyang for four months that Chen Tianxiang realized his sweet, affectionate little boyfriend wasn’t that simple after all.

The thunderous cheers in the gymnasium, over half of them were for him.

Dribbling, assisting, shooting. Even someone like Chen Tianxiang, a complete idiot when it came to sports, could tell that those smooth, flowing moves weren’t ordinary at all.

“Ahhhh! Qi Haiyang! I love you!”

Another shrill female voice screamed nearby, making Chen Tianxiang frown in annoyance. Who would’ve thought that on the basketball court, this guy was like a whole different person. Not goofy or silly in the least. Serious, focused, bursting with youthful energy. And with that naturally handsome face, it was no wonder the girls were all over him.

Qi Haiyang made another beautiful hook shot. He raised his arm in celebration, grinning as he waved toward the stands where Chen Tianxiang was sitting. Chen Tianxiang heard another wave of screams erupt behind him as the girls went wild, cheering like they were on something.

Scream all you want. My Xiao Haiyang isn’t going to give any of you a second glance.
Chen Tianxiang smirked with pride, the cool expression on his face unconsciously softening into a smile.

He didn’t even understand the rules, but coming to this match was definitely worth it. He had never seen Haiyang this dazzling before. Haiyang had said that if they won this game, they’d qualify for next year’s regional finals. If they won that, it would be the national top eight. This was Haiyang’s final year in university, and as both team captain and the heart of the team, he must have wanted to lead them onto the national stage.

Out of nowhere, a wave of pride surged through him. His Haiyang was doing something amazing, standing at the center of the court, leading the team, soaking in all that applause. This wasn’t just Qi Haiyang’s moment of glory. It was his too.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

He finally dropped the cool-guy act, clapping like mad and yelling at the top of his lungs.

Qi Haiyang, mid-play, suddenly faltered. The ball slipped slightly, flying way off target.

Thankfully, the game ended smoothly. Qi Haiyang’s school crushed the opponent and won the match.

But Chen Tianxiang had already made up his mind.

As a devoted, supportive partner, he couldn’t afford to be a distraction. Starting today, until the day of the finals, he would join Qi Haiyang in morning workouts, adjust their meals to improve nutrition, and most importantly, manage his body.

No matter how much stamina Qi Haiyang had, there would be no more fooling around whenever he wanted. Twice a day was too much. Four times a week was just right.

Time flew by quickly, and before long, the day of the regional finals arrived. Qi Haiyang, burning with pent-up desire, stepped into the last major competition of his university life. Since the match was held in another province, Chen Tianxiang chose not to attend in person, worried he might add unnecessary pressure. It was their first time apart since they started living together.

Qi Haiyang, fueled by frustration and unspent energy, stormed across the court like a beast unchained. With one dominant play after another, he led the team to victory, securing the regional championship and earning a place in the national finals.

That night, while everyone else was out partying and celebrating, the fire in him only burned hotter. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. He knew distance couldn’t quench his thirst, but hearing that voice might offer a bit of relief.

“Haiyang? Why aren’t you out celebrating?”
Chen Tianxiang had watched the live stream and called right away to congratulate him. Hearing from teammates that they were off to the afterparty, he had held back from calling again. But now, the silence on the line made it clear Qi Haiyang wasn’t at the celebration.

“I went back to the hotel. Ugh… Xiang-ge, I’m suffering…”

Qi Haiyang’s voice was thick with frustration, a low, pitiful whine that made him sound like a sick puppy.

“What’s wrong? Go find the team doctor.”
Chen Tianxiang tensed up, worried that the intense match had taken a toll on him.

“It’s not that…”

Qi Haiyang let out a few whimpers, then chuckled. “Xiang-ge… I miss you. I want you to hold me.”

“Idiot.”

Chen Tianxiang scolded him, but the smile in his voice was impossible to miss.
It had been eight days since he last saw this silly big dog. Honestly, he was burning with longing too and silently regretted not tagging along.

He wasn’t there in person, but his voice was. An idea sparked in Chen Tianxiang’s mind. There was a thing called phone play, wasn’t there? Maybe they could give it a try.

“Haiyang, is there anyone else in the room?”

“No, just me.”

Qi Haiyang sprawled across the bed, limbs flung in all directions, eyes half closed, listening to the voice he loved most.

“Did you shower?”

“Yeah.”

After answering, Qi Haiyang noticed the breathing on the other end suddenly grew heavier. Then came that familiar voice, quiet for a moment, followed by a slow, low murmur.

“Good. Now take off your T-shirt. Touch your nipples. Pretend it’s my hand. Pinch those soft little buds on your chest. Slowly… make them hard.”

“Mmm… Xiang-ge, I’m only wearing my underwear now.” Qi Haiyang, now clearly aroused, eagerly reported his current state. He obediently pinched his nipples, rubbing them back and forth.

Instantly, an erotic image filled Chen Tianxiang’s mind. A bare Qi Haiyang, muscles firm and tempting, eyes half-lidded with moisture, softly moaning. One hand massaging his broad chest, teasing those adorable pink nipples until they stood tall and flushed red. It was as if, with just one tilt of his head, he could take them into his mouth and savor the taste.

He licked the corner of his lips. A faint gulp sounded in his throat.

“Good… now pull down your underwear. It’s my hand… I’m holding your cock. Can you feel it? My thumb is pressing down on your tip, rubbing it a little… and now I’m stroking you fast… hmm, does it feel good?”

“Ahh… Xiang-ge, faster…”
Qi Haiyang had already half-pulled down his briefs, gripping that rock-hard shaft with one hand, stroking quickly, so aroused he nearly dropped the phone.

Chen Tianxiang leaned back against the sofa and took out his own length, slowly stroking it. He imagined the thickness, the weight of it, rubbing against his own. It was hot, heavy, almost burning to the touch, yet so irresistible he couldn’t let go.

“Ah… Haiyang, do you want it in the front… or the back?” Chen Tianxiang asked in a low, breathy voice.

The reply came without hesitation.
“The back.”

Of course. He knew it was a pointless question.

Chen Tianxiang chuckled, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. “Alright. Let go of your cock for now. Move your hand down… have you found that hungry little hole?”

“Ah… Xiang-ge… I found it…”

Chen Tianxiang could almost see it. Qi Haiyang lying there, legs spread, grinding against the sheets in frustration. With his long arms, it wouldn’t be hard at all to reach between his thighs and touch that tightly clenched entrance.

“Go ahead. Push one finger in. It’s hot and tight, isn’t it? Yes, go deeper. Curl your finger a bit… right there, against that smooth inner wall. Feel that? Mmm, so good. It’s gripping me so tight… Haiyang…”

Unable to see each other, Chen Tianxiang moaned freely, guiding that imaginary finger to stroke the part of Qi Haiyang’s body that always made him melt. He closed his eyes, listening to Haiyang’s helpless, messy moans on the line, gripping his cock harder as he imagined it was no longer just a finger inside that burning-hot body, but himself, thrusting in and out with abandon.

“Ah… Xiang-ge… ahh, that feels so good…”
Qi Haiyang’s phone had long since slipped onto the pillow. He simply switched to speaker mode, letting the sound of his lover’s seductive moans wash over him while indulging in the pleasure that felt all too real, as if his body were actually being claimed.

“Ah… ahhh…”

“Ahhh… ahhh ahhh…”

Suddenly, a sharp female scream cut through the phone. It was followed by Qi Haiyang’s panicked, wailing cry.

Chen Tianxiang flinched, nearly dropping his own phone as he grabbed it and shouted, “What happened?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Some woman suddenly walked in and scared the hell out of me.”
Qi Haiyang’s voice had calmed, but Chen Tianxiang was already sweating.

“You… didn’t lock the door?”

“Ah, haha, I forgot. Xiang-ge, come on, let’s keep going.”

Qi Haiyang wiped the cum off his stomach, speaking like it was no big deal. That scare at the climax had made everything shoot out in one burst. Now that the shock had passed, he only felt unsatisfied, still burning with need.

“A hotel staff member? She just walked in without knocking?”

Chen Tianxiang glanced down at his hand. The mood was long gone after that shock, and he had to stop halfway. But this idiot was still laughing?

Qi Haiyang had just stolen the spotlight at the regional finals. He was becoming a rising basketball star. And now he’d been caught mid-masturbation. Worse still… his fingers probably weren’t even on the front. They were inside him. If word of this ever got out, it could seriously damage his basketball career.

“She wasn’t hotel staff. She was holding an autograph book when she burst in. Probably a fan.”

Qi Haiyang tried to recall the scene. When he saw someone enter, he had jerked so hard his finger had likely already slipped out. The girl had seen him lying there completely naked and let out a scream before covering her face and bolting out of the room. She probably hadn’t gotten a good look at anything.

“It’s fine, Xiang-ge. That girl probably hasn’t seen much in her life. She bolted the moment she came in. She didn’t see anything clearly.”

Qi Haiyang knew Chen Tianxiang was worried about him, so he rushed to explain. He was already thinking about how to smooth things over so they could go for another round. This kind of sex, where all they could do was listen to each other’s voices without seeing each other, was unexpectedly thrilling.

“Xiang-ge, let’s do it one more time. How about I talk and you follow this time?”

“Idiot. Wait until you come home, lock the damn door, and then I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”

Chen Tianxiang gritted his teeth, scolding him with a half-laugh. This guy really had no chill. Looked like he was going to be worrying about him for the rest of his life.