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Love Me Not

"JingYu! Fang is beating WeiZhou up!"

The words reached him. A second of pause when everything stopped, including his heart. Then all hell broke loose.

JingYu would not be able to explain how he got where WeiZhou was, he only knew that there were a lot of jumping, running, shoving and finally seeing a group of school jocks circling a corner of the field where his best friend was thrashing his boyfriend. WeiZhou was pressed to the railings, arms around the head to block the blows.

Everything turned red.

The school was over but WeiZhou had informed that he'd have to stay back for a couple of hours because of some club activities. Reluctant to leave without WeiZhou, JingYu arranged an impromptu match between his friends and were surprised when Fang excused himself.

So, this was his excuse.

Long legs enabling him to reach the scene in few strides, JingYu gave a vicious shove at Fang's back, causing him to slam face first against the iron railings that surrounded the ground.

"The fuck are you doing!?"

JingYu roared as he grabbed Fang's uniform, turned him around and landed a punch directly over his nose just as the boy opened his mouth to say something.

"How dare you to hit him? What the fuck is going on?"

By now, Fang had collected himself from the initial shock of that punch and with an incredulous face said, "You hit me because for him?" He spat the last word looking at WeiZhou who was standing there with a shell shocked expression.

JingYu twisted the front of Fang's shirt and pulled him closer with a snarl, "If you don't spill the fuck were you trying to do I'll knock you into next week."

Fang, with his equally hulking figure, grabbed back JingYu's uniform, "He has twisted you. Has warped your mind. Can't you see? You weren't even gay! And now you are practically his lap dog! Drooling after him day and night! This is not my best friend. This is not the JingYu I know! And to save you I must set that faggot straight."

A death threat was sent at WeiZhou.

JingYu could not believe what Fang was saying. Could not believe this was someone he called his best friend. Could not believe the bruises forming on WeiZhou's face were caused by this person who tried to 'save' him.

'Save' him? Like WeiZhou was some kind of....disease?

He shut down his active mind completely and acted purely on instinct. Releasing his hold on the shirt, JingYu's long fingers clutched onto Fang's windpipe, ready to crush it if any more filth against his boyfriend spew out of that twisting mouth. Fang clawed at his hand, landing punches on his torso.

But JingYu was blind to every hit that his body took.

"If you lay even a finger on him again, I'll crush every bone of your body, make you repent the day you were born."

Face almost touching Fang's own, each word spoken cuttingly, JingYu could see his spittle hitting Fang's face. He did not want to do it. Fang was his closest friend. They were friends since the first grade. But hurting WeiZhou for turning JingYu gay? It was a crime he could not forgive.

"You're choosing him over me? Your friend?" Fang bit out with an effort as JingYu's hold on his throat was yet to lose.

"If I have to choose between him and myself, I will always choose WeiZhou. He comes first."

"Suck's cock that good, does he?"

Fang was almost lifted from the ground by the throat. He aimed a kick and it hit the target but without any effect.

Someone was tugging at JingYu's other hand, trying to pull it. Maybe there were some shouting too but his ringing ears refused to let any sound in. The pulling was getting annoying and he elbowed the body hard.

A thump and he heard WeiZhou crying out in pain.

Releasing Fang he turned to the sound immediately to see WeiZhou was on the ground, grimacing in acute pain, trying to reach at his back.

"WeiZhou!"

JingYu ran towards his boyfriend to help him up.

"Did I...Did I push you?"

Voice laced with horror and disbelieve, JingYu asked but WeiZhou, being the sacrificing fool he was, shook his head and waved him away.

"It's all right, it's nothing. Don't fight, please."

How could anyone hate this boy? As JingYu thought this, his attention diverted to his friend, if he should still be called that.

The ground was clear now except for the three of them. Fang's cronies had fled the scene the moment things went downhill for their leader.

"This isn't finished yet, JingYu," Fang hissed out.

JingYu stared at him and said with bone chilling voice, "You can bet it isn't."

And pulled WeiZhou up and left the place. JingYu walking ahead of his boyfriend, a smaller hand held tightly within his own. Neither of them said anything till they were sitting inside a cab.

"This wasn't necessary, I could have gone home al-"

"Shut up."

He did not mean to snap but all those dark blotches on WeiZhou's face that were turning purple quickly boiled his blood anew.

He heard WeiZhou let out a deep sigh.

"JingYu...I'm really fine."

"Let me be the one to decide that," JingYu said tightly and saw from his peripheral vision WeiZhou looking at him.

He directed the driver to take a certain turn and WeiZhou sat up straight, "That's not the way to my home."

"I didn't say I was taking you to your home."

"Why are you snapping at me?"

"I don't know!" JingYu snapped again and with that he slumped back, the tightness in his muscles loosening at once. "I don't know. I can't think properly. I- why didn't you call me? Or ran? Or- or..." He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, feeling utterly frustrated.

"He hit me from behind first, pushing me on the ground. How was I supposed to call you?!" Irritation was clear in WeiZhou's voice and it made JingYu's mood worse. Instead of soothing his boyfriend he was distressing him more.

"I promise you I'll make him pay for it, pay for it good."

"You'll do no such thing."

jingYu looked at WeiZhou fully at last because...seriously?

"What the hell? Aren't you angry? Bothered that he hit you?"

"Of course I'm angry! I'm angry and insulted and frustrated. But if you try to get back to him things will only get worse. This is your final year and I don't want you to get into trouble at this point. And besides-" he abruptly stopped and looked away.

"Besides?"

"It's nothing."

"WeiZhou?"

"I don't want to talk about it at the moment."

JingYu stared at WeiZhou and decided to drop the matter for now.

The cab stopped in front of his house and they got out.

WeiZhou fidgeted standing on the foyer. For some reason unknown to JingYu, his boyfriend always acted strange the few times he had brought him to his house. He tried to make him as much comfortable as he could but WeiZhou was always stiff.

He sighed seeing the same behaviour and said, "No one's home, not even the maids. You can relax."

"I am relaxed!" Came the very uncharacteristic protest that proved the words wrong.

JingYu snorted, "Yeah, right."

And before WeiZhou could protest anymore, JingYu lifted him up in bridal style and carried him to his room which was on the first floor.

WeiZhou shrieked and tried to wriggle out of the hold but JingYu was relentless. He only put the other boy down once he got into his room.

"What did you do that for?!"

"I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Dunno."

"JingYu!" WeiZhou's huffed, then his face softened, "I'm really okay. These," he pointed at the bruises on his face, "don't hurt much."

"Have you seen your face?" JingYu could not keep the disbelief from his tone and WeiZhou winched.

There was a big mirror in JingYu's bathroom and WeiZhou dashed for it. JingYu followed.

"Shit," WeiZhou expressed.

"Exactly," JingYu agreed.

"God, what am I gonna say to Mum? I don't wanna go home," he groaned adorably.

Well, for JingYu, everything about his boyfriend was adorable.

"Then don't go, stay the night here," JingYu offered and mentally chanted, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

"No way!"

Except his knack to say no. That was so not adorable.

"And why not?"

"Umm...I want to take a shower."

Okay, maybe a bit adorable. Just a tad bit.

"You do realize that there is a shower stall right there?" He indicated the shower on WeiZhou's left.

"I can't take a shower here, I don't have any change of clothes."

JingYu stared at the younger boy who stared back owlishly, then, turned and moved him physically towards the shower.

"Wha- JingYu, no- what are you-ow!"

The first hit of cold water had WeiZhou back up immediately only to be wrapped around from behind. JingYu held him close and nuzzled under his ear.

"Please let me wash you....please?"

The shiver that went through WeiZhou's transferred into JingYu's body and he began to peel the clothes off WeiZhou.

And stopped shortly.

Patches of black and purple spotted that smooth torso. JingYu inhaled sharply, to stop himself from crying out. He slowly kneeled down, fingertips ghosting over the bruises. He glanced up when felt a hand on his head to see his boyfriend looking at him with an unreadable face.

"Don't fret over it. I'm a guy. I can take a few punches."

JingYu looked at him for a moment, then, without saying anything started to trace the wounds with his lips. People said a love's kiss could heal anything. JingYu took his time to kiss the injuries, trying to feel how much pain WeiZhou had to suffer through.

There was a bloodlust coiling in his gut but he forcibly set it aside for the time being. He would make Fang pay but not now. Now, his baby needed him more.

By the time his lips reached WeiZhou's neck, the boy was moaning. JingYu sucked hard on a spot, wanting to leave a hickey there. Seeing all those bruises on WeiZhou's tender body, he wanted to give him a mark that would remind him of something good.

WeiZhou clutched at his back and with a jolt JingYu realized his clothes were still on. He pulled out and hurriedly began to shed off. After getting down only to his underwear, he hooked his finger into WeiZhou's uniform trousers and silently asked for permission.

They had fooled around a bit after they started to date almost a month ago. Even tossed off together while face timing, but nothing more than that. Not that there was any lack of interest on either side; it was just, his boyfriend was still shy and getting the house fully empty did not happen before.

WeiZhou nodded at him jerkily.

JingYu only took off the trouser, leaving the pants on. For now.

Standing behind WeiZhou once again, he let the water pour down on them. He took the bottle of shower gel and squeezed out a considerable dollop of greenish liquid. Arms still around his boyfriend, he rubbed his hand together to lather up and began to slide his palms up and down the lithe body. He rubbed the collarbone, ghosted over the pecks without touching the nipples, carefully moved around the bruises on the torso and stopped at the sharp hipbones. He took more gel and smeared them over the arms, then pulled and put those pliant arms up his shoulder. Getting the point, WeiZhou held onto his neck, head lolling back, resting over JingYu's shoulder.

If only they had a mirror in front of them.

JingYu rubbed the armpits, slid his hands down the side of the body, squeezed that slender waist and spent some time there. Finally put his hand inside WeiZhou's pants.

Two supple glob of flesh filled the cup of his hands. He gave it a gentle, experimental press and felt smug when WeiZhou moaned louder. He started to knead them.

"Feel good, baby? Does it feel good?" He husked and nibbled on the soft, squishy earlobe.

"Mmhm."

Having a feel of that arse, JingYu directed his hands to the front without taking them out.

"Talk to me," he said as he began to soap up WeiZhou's groin, carefully avoiding the place where both of them wanted him to touch the most.

"Jing-JingYu...." WeiZhou's fingers that tangled in JingYu's hair gave a tug.

"Baby? What is it? Tell me what do you want?"

JingYu own erection was standing at full attention now. He nudged it lightly at his boyfriend's back.

"Touch me....please..touch me."

"Where?" JingYu knew he was going to hell for this teasing. A very, hot, sexy and messy hell.

"Mmmm," Weizhou moaned and turned his head to latch his mouth under JingYu's jaw, lapping it with a very wet tongue.

All the blood in JingYu's body rushed to his cock and before things wasted away down the drain, he retracted his hands and quickly began to wash both of their bodies. WeiZhou whined for the loss for a moment, then seemingly getting out of his arousal haze, turned crimson.

That wouldn't do. Therefore, JingYu took him by the waist, pulled him tight against his own chest and mashed their mouths together. Except for the compulsory refusal that were natural of his boyfriend, WeiZhou gave as much as he was receiving. JingYu thought he turned the shower off but could not tell for sure. He pulled out from the kiss to get them out of their pants and resumed the kiss once it was done. With one arm holding WeiZhou, he pushed the door open with the other and got out of the bathroom. WeiZhou was walking backwards and being always a mindful boyfriend, JingYu directed him so that he would not bump into the table or trip over the rug.

Finally, the edge of the bed hit the back of WeiZhou's legs and he flopped down losing the balance. JingYu let him; they would have to be horizontal soon, after all.

WeiZhou was panting heavily, looking at him with those bedroom eyes. JingYu intended to take things slow but....fuck it.

He pounced on him. Making him back up more into the bed and finally lie down. JingYu hovered over him, watching this boy who had him wrapped around his little finger.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

WeiZhou's flushed face deepen its colour and he bit his lip.

"You are the most beautiful thing in my life and that's not because of this only," he let his eyes roam all over the sprawled body, "although I am addicted to this body but to me you are beautiful because of what you have inside, what you bring in my life with just a smile. Your presence is beautiful. Your soul is beautiful and I don't know how I got so lucky."

"Who says you are the lucky one?" WeiZhou asked rhetorically, fingers brushing over JingYu's face, "It's not you who got lucky, JingYu. It's me."

A bruising kiss was their mutual way of saying that they both were right. But JingYu did not let the kiss heat up and finished it a moment later.

"I wanna suck you," JingYu said and watched in amusement as WeiZhou's eyes widen comically.

"Wh-what?"

"You know, blow job, giving head, suck-"

"I know what it means!"

JingYu smirked and rubbed his thumb along that pouty lower lip that was jutting out at him.

"Can I?"

"Umm..."

That was permission enough for JingYu and he promptly slid down and positioned himself so that his face was right in front of WeiZhou's cock. A deep red, thick, long, veiny cock that was oozing preccome.

He held it. He had held it before but no amount of time was enough to satisfy him. He held it and pulling down the foreskin more, stroked it a few times. More precome gathered on the tip.

Without anymore warning he swallowed the head.

WeiZhou's entire body arched up by the action.

"JingYu!"

But JingYu was lost. The feel of that smooth, hard, hotness inside his mouth was so foreign yet so familiar. Impartially, he would not have liked the slightly bitter taste of precome but he was far from being impartial when it came to his boyfriend and thus, it tasted like honey to him. He sucked on hard. Due to his inexperience he could not take much of the length but his enthusiasm made up for the lack.

"JingYu...JingYu...so-slow down...Jing...ohhh God!"

WeiZhou's hips bucked up, shoving the cock inside more, making JingYu gag. He pulled out coughing.

"I'm...shit..I'm so sorry...JingYu.."

JingYu watched his boyfriend sitting up, panic replacing the excitement in his face.

Not good.

JingYu moved forward, grabbed WeiZhou's nape and kissed his mouth shut.

Except for the first resistance, WeiZhou melted into the kiss.

"I want you," JingYu rasped after they pulled out in need of oxygen, "I want to have you, can I?"

The confusion on WeiZhou's face gave away to understanding as the words sank in.

"I-...but..I have never-"

"Neither have I."

"I don't know how."

"Me neither, but we will learn together."

After a long moment, in which JingYu felt his boyfriend tensing up, WeiZhou leaned forward and kissed him.

"Yes," WeiZhou nodded, hands holding JingYu closer, "yes."

XOXOXOX

Every article he had read about gay sex, and yes, he had done his homework elaborately, told JingYu that the most important thing was to prepare his partner. Hence, JingYu extracted himself from WeiZhou's arms but not before kissing the palms, and got up from the bed. There was a bottle of lube in his desk drawer.

He saw WeiZhou worrying his lip with a frown when he returned to the bed. A strong sense of protectiveness welled up inside him.

"We don't have to do this. If you're not comfortable I won't do it."

WeiZhou swallowed, "But you want to."

Hearing it, a sliver of guilty wrapped itself around JingYu's mind. Am I forcing him? Is he consenting because of me and not because it's something he wants too?

He caressed the face that had made him bewitched.

"Yes, I want to but not because it will give me, give us some moments of physical pleasure. I want to be connected with you in every sense of the word, WeiZhou. It's a madness, an obsession I cannot get over with."

XOXOXOX

Even with copious amount of lube the first push proved to be the most difficult one. Sweat dripped down JingYu's chin and he saw WeiZhou's face contorting with pain.

Maybe this was not such a good idea. What if all those article lied to him and this was not pleasurable at all for WeiZhou?

"Baby?"

"It- it hurts."

Self loathing raged on inside him and he began to pull out but a hand stopped him.

WeiZhou's fingers dug into his arms.

"No..please, don't. Give me...a few minutes."

And so, JingYu waited. The warmth that engulfed the tip of his cock was something he had never experienced before. He could feel himself growing, getting harder. To stave off his arousal that might make things more difficult to his boyfriend, he leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the flesh with his tongue. WeiZhou's body gave a jerk.

"Aahh...okay, I'm- I think I'm ready."

JingYu looked up, "Are you sure?"

WeiZhou nodded, face still uncertain.

JingYu, with one hand on WeiZhou'd wilting cock, other underneath his shoulder, lapped over both of the nipples before trailing his lips up to WeiZhou's mouth.

"I love you," he said and pushed forward.

"Oh God, ohmygod!" WeiZhou cried out, "It hurts! Take it out take it out take it out!"

JingYu did not know what should he do. The searing hotness inside WeiZhou was compelling him to push forward, his mind getting fuzzier with the stimulation, but on the other hand, if his partner was asking him to stop....

"WeiZhou, baby, please wait for a few minutes," he pleaded while thumbing those scarlet cheeks of his boyfriend, wiping the sweat beads, "It's said that the initial pain is temporary. If you could wait it up for a moment then the things will ease up."

Both of WeiZhou's hands were gripping onto JingYu's shoulders. He just stared at JingYu with squinting eyes without saying anything.

No, this was not what JingYu had in mind when thinking about their first time together. No matter how much his baser instinct screamed at him not to, he moved to pull out after leaving a soft kiss on WeiZhou's forehead and mumbling out a "sorry."

"Kiss me."

JingYu froze for a moment at those words.

WeiZhou was looking at him, the frown still at place but the face was a bit relaxed somehow.

"But you're-"

"Kiss me now, JingYu."

That commanding tone startled JingYu into action. Careful as not to jostle his lower half, JingYu took WeiZhou's mouth into his. His heart leapt in joy when WeiZhou began to kiss back hungrily, as if his life was depended on it. He was the whimsical one, expressive one in this relationship. To get to see his lover so open made JingYu ecstatic.

His hips bucked forward without warning and they both stilled in the kiss.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"No, you can- can you move? A bit?"

JingYu's heart plummeted at that.

"Yeah, okay..yeah."

"Not that move! Just-" WeiZhou exclaimed when JingYu began to pull out and to JingYu's utter surprise, WeiZhou pushed himself more into JingYu's cock.

JingYu had to clench his jaw to stop himself from moaning out loud.

Bloody hell! So, that was the bliss all those articles talked about!

WeiZhou's cock in his hand was getting harder once again. He began to stroke it and matching with the rhythm, Jingyu moved his hips.

"Ohh! Mmmm..ohhhh!"

Closing his eyes, WeiZhou tilted his head, baring his throat open. JingYu promptly glued his mouth on it, sucking hard, nibbling onto the soft skin.

JingYu pushed his cock, sheathing it more snugly into his boyfriend who was tugging at his hair like crazy.

"Move......JingYu....move."

And move he did.

Pulling out the cock almost all the way, JingYu pushed back again and repeated the motion a few times. Slowly at first but when WeiZhou started to push back, JingYu sped up.

Thigh muscles trembling with the effort, sweats pouring down on WeiZhou's glistening chest, eyes taking in the flushed face beneath, JingYu was lost in the moment.

"Baby," push, "I love you," pull, "so much that", push, "it hurts sometimes," pull, "inside me," push, "I feel empty without you," pull, "don't leave me," push, "ever," pull.

Wrapping one arm around JingYu's neck, WeiZhou pulled him down for another kiss.

"Can't...you...tell...that...I...love...you...just...as...much?" He told rather than asked, voice breaking with the rhythm of their movements.

They resumed the kiss. JingYu felt WeiZhou's hand over his own, the one holding WeiZhou's hardness. JingYu understood what his boyfriend wanted him to do and he quickened the stroking; root to tip and back.

"JingYu....mmmm..har-harder...oh God...ohhh..mmmhh."

"Baby....yeah....ohh...haahh...ahh..so good...feels...so- so good...."

JingYu's motions became erratic, indicating his impending orgasm.

"Baby...I'm- baby I'm close.." He huffed.

As a response, WeiZhou lifted his right leg and snaked in around JingYu's waist, mouth attaching itself to JingYu's neck.

"I love you," WeiZhou murmured into his ears.

And JingYu came undone.

He did not mean to come inside WeiZhou, meant to pull out, but as if the orgasm burst through him without consent. His entire body jerked as he filled WeiZhou's inside with his hot seed.

"I love you...I love you...my WeiZhou..I..."

Out of breath, he rested his forehead on WeiZhou's wet temple as the spurts began to taper off.

"JingYu...please..JingYu...don'...stop..please.."

WeiZhou's cock shoved at JingYu's slack grip and with a shock JingYu realized that WeiZhou had not come yet.

Guilt shrouded his heart and he renewed his hold of WeiZhou.

"I'm here, baby, I'm right here," he kissed the sweat sleeked face and nuzzled the ear, hand stroking the cock that was on the verge of climax, "Come..WeiZhou..."

As if on that command, pearly white semen spilled into his hand and WeiZhou's body arched up against the bed.

The scene was so erotic that JingYu felt his cock, which was still inside WeiZhou, twitch. Despite being more than eager to go for another round, he slid out of his boyfriend. WeiZhou whined weekly at the pressure but otherwise laid there limply, eyes closed, legs apart, chest rising and falling with the exertion.

JingYu took in the sight. A vicious possessiveness gripping him.

WeiZhou had his face turned sideways. JingYu framed that side with his large hand and turned him towards himself. WeiZhou opened his eyes in a languid, seductive way.

JingYu crushed those sinfully red lips, bit them, nibbled at them, lapped them with his tongue, moistened them with his saliva.

"You're mine. Mine only. Every cell in your body is mine. Your body, your heart, your soul are mine alone. Just like I am yours. If I could, I would have opened my heart to show you, but that would mean I have to die and I don't want that. I want to live this life with you, grow old with you, die with you. I have- I have never-.."

But he could not finish as his voiced choked up all of a sudden and his eyes began to burn. He had never let anyone see this side of him. This vulnerable, pathetic, insecure JingYu who was afraid to be left alone, afraid of losing the person he loved the most. He hated to be so clingy but WeiZhou was the antidote to all his poisons.

He hid his flustered face into WeiZhou's neck. After a moment, two arms held him tight to the body he was lying on. Fingers began to card through his hair.

"JingYu?"

JingYu could tell his boyfriend was trying to keep the surprise out of his voice; it made him more ashamed of what he had just done. He burrowed deeper into the neck.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he sniffled. Damnit.

WeiZhou's other hand roamed through JingYu's back, stopping here, grazing there. He kept at it for a while longer before saying again, "Tell me, please."

JingYu's mind and heart warred against each other. He wanted to let go of his control, to show WeiZhou that he was scared too, but at the same time he wanted to be the strong one, so that WeiZhou could lean on him without worrying.

As if sensing his dilemma, WeiZhou kissed his ear and said, "We are in this together, aren't we? Then, why do you keep me away? Let me in, JingYu."

JingYu came undone for the second time, in an entirely different way.

He held onto WeiZhou tightly, "Don't leave me."

JingYu's face heated up more as he felt those roaming hands stop for a moment before resuming their wandering. WeiZhou should not have to do this. He was the one who got hurt because of JingYu. He should be the one that needed to be soothed. Then how come JingYu could not find the words? How come he did not want to be the strong one? What was happening?

"Did I- Did I do anything that made you think like that?" WeiZhou asked and JingYu's eyes flew open and he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend.

"No! Never. You never did anything. Damn it. I'm fucking things up, aren't i? Shit, I'm- I'm sorry-"

"Hey, hey hey, shhh, look at me."

When JingYu refused, WeiZhou turned his head forcefully to make him look.

"Look at me and listen carefully. I am not going to leave you. Never going to leave you. I'm like those swans that mate for life and now that we have mated finally," he gave JingYu a cheeky grin that caught JingYu completely off guard, "you're stuck with me."

WeiZhou craned his neck upwards and JingYu complied by swooping in to mash their mouths.

"Now, will you tell me what happened?"

"Fang won't lay off that easily. He would try to do something again that may hurt you or-" he dithered.

"Or?"

"Or make you leave me. I mean, maybe you would realize that I- that it doesn't worth it."

Shit. He was so not made for these kinds of talk and now he was making a fool of himself. JingYu wanted to bury his face again but WeiZhou's arms stopped him. And he was staring at JingYu with a scowl that made JingYu feel like a two year old that got caught while stealing the cookie.

"Do you really think so little of me?"

"What?"

"You think I expected fluffy clouds, candyfloss and eternal spring when I decided to date you?" WeiZhou scoffed at him with was followed by a pinch on his bum.

"Ow! What did you do that for?"

"You deserved it. But you have proved one thing right."

"What?"

"That you're an idiot."

The room filled with giggles and laughter when JingYu began to tickle his suddenly-gone-cheeky boyfriend.

"Now that you know what I was thinking, may I know what you were about to say in the cab?" JingYu asked once they settled down for some post coital cuddling.

WeiZhou averted his eyes, fingers playing with JingYu's hair, "I can't remember."

"That's a lie and you know it."

"So what it's a lie? I don't want to talk about it."

JingYu took WeiZhou's hand into his own and kissed the knuckles, "I won't force you but it would have made me happy if you let me in, too."

WeiZhou looked at him petulantly and rolled his eyes with a huff.

"It's nothing...it's stupid."

When JingYu did not saying anything, WeiZhou continued, "It's just...your friend said that I had- I had twisted your mind and," he gulped, still not looking at JingYu, "and none of your previous partners were guys, so I thought...that...maybe...you know..."

"That maybe you have turned me gay? Like in those werewolf movies where you bite and make others into werewolves?"

WeiZhou shoved and him and made to sit up but JingYu did not let him.

"WeiZhou, I really hope you're joking and not actually think like this. But if you do, then remember that it was I who fell for you first, pined after you for almost a year, took every chance to get near you. So, following Fang's logic, it should be me who turned you gay, isn't it?"

But instead of being happy, which JingYu was expecting his boyfriend to be, WeiZhou glared at him, them pressed his face into the pillow.

"I need to shower again," WeiZhou whined.

JingYu smiled fondly at WeiZhou's attempt to change the topic. He was particularly expressive today that made JingYu immensely happy. To see his usually cautious boyfried like this felt like an achievement to him. He licked his lips and smirked while giving a squeeze at that sexy waist.

"How about after round two?"

WeiZhou's eyebrow went up at that, "Round... oh you..! Now way in hell!"

"Why not? You were enjoying it pretty much," JingYu teased and watched with satisfaction how his boyfriend turned tomato red.

"Shut up."

WeiZhou tried to wiggle out of his grip when JingYu pinned him down.

"Please baby, come on, one more time. I'm so hard for you, see?" And he let his semi hard cock poke at WeiZhou's thigh.

Eyes glazing over but still reluctant to give in, WeiZhou protested, "But I'm still sore!"

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

A glint passed through WeiZhou's eyes and he asked, "How about I top this time?"

Two slow blink, then JingYu sprang up from the bed, "You wanted a shower, didn't you?"

"You!"

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A/N: I do not condone unprotected sex. The plot demanded it.