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"Come on, bro, please! You have to come with me!" Shang Qinghua begged.

"Why should I? You're just gonna ditch me as soon as you see him," Shen Yuan complained.

"Bro! I'm hurt that you think so little of me!" his friend dramatically put a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. “I always put my bro before hoes!”

"Oh, please. It's not like you haven't done the same thing before."

"But this time it's different. I just know he's the one!" Shang Qinghua pleaded, "How am I supposed to talk to my future husband if you aren't there to emotionally support me?"

"I don’t wanna hear your bad pick-up lines again.”

“Aww, don't be jealous, bro, you know you'll always be my soulmate. But I also need a tall, buff, gorgeous bedmate who's gonna rail me until morning."

“Ughh, gross. I don't want to hear this."

"Don't be such a prude. You know you could easily get some too if you gave people a chance. There are so many people who are in love with you. Like what's that one friend's name? The pretty one who always looks constipated, Liu something. He's totally head over heels for you."

"What are you talking about? Liu Qingge is obviously straight. You know, for a gay guy, your gaydar sucks."

"Uh huh, sure it does," Shang Qinghua said. "But anyway, I can take it that you've agreed to come?"

"This is the last time I'm going to this kind of place with you," Shen Yuan confirmed.

Shang Qinghua nodded his head vigorously. "Of course! I promise I won't ask you again! This is a once in a lifetime favor!"

"Once in a lifetime my ass," Shen Yuan scoffed.

"And it's a very nice ass you have," Shang Qinghua jokingly complimented, reaching out to cop a feel.

"No homo," Shen Yuan blocked, karate chopping his hand away.

"Yes homo, but not for you," Shang Qinghua winked.

"Shut up. But fine, I'll go with you but this is the last time," Shen Yuan warned.

Shang Qinghua cheered and threw his arms excitedly around his shoulders. "You're the best, bro! I couldn't ask for a better buddy!"

"Yeah, yeah, get off me," Shen Yuan pushed his friend's face away. “No one better try to hit on me again though. I know it’s that kind of place, but don’t you think it’s obvious that I’m not gay?"

“Right, cause you just exude those straight vibes,” Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes.

"Damn right I do,” Shen Yuan agreed. “So, when are we going?"

"Tonight! I don’t want anyone snatching him up before I do.”

“If he’s as attractive as you say, what makes you think he’s not already in a relationship?”

“I can just tell these things. Plus you should’ve seen the looks he was giving me last time I went. It’s like he was undressing me with his eyes,” Shang Qinghua dreamily sighed. “I just know he’s attracted to me.”

“Tmi, I did not need that mental picture,” Shen Yuan grimaced. "If you're so sure he likes you, what do you need me there for?"

"Emotional support!" And to get you laid.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll go back to change and meet you back here in a couple hours.”

"Okay but don't come too late. I wanna get there before the place fills up, so I can talk to him without being interrupted every few seconds by people ordering drinks.”

“Fine, but you owe me,” Shen Yuan said, showing himself out.

He went back to his apartment and quickly changed into something acceptable for going out, then spent the remaining time catching up on Airplane’s most recent update for his new webnovel, a tragic gay romance between two orphan slaves who were separated when they were young and reunited years later, only with a big misunderstanding between them.

Even though he was reading a story featuring gay characters, Shen Yuan wasn’t gay himself. He only read it because it was Shang Qinghua’s and he needed to critique all of his friend’s works, not because he enjoyed it.

By the time Shen Yuan was finished with his scathing review about how pitiful the main character was for always being misjudged as scum and how much of a coward the main lead was for being too afraid to communicate the truth, it was time for him to go back. He let himself into Shang Qinghua’s apartment and found his friend had changed into a black tee with large holes ripped strategically throughout the torso and the shortest pair of booty shorts he had ever seen.

"You're wearing that?" Shen Yuan asked, disbelieving his friend's fashion sense could be so out there. Half of his ass was hanging out!

You’re wearing that?” Shang Qinghua parrotted, looking Shen Yuan up and down.

"What's wrong with this?" These were Shen Yuan’s second nicest pair of jeans - his nicest pair were hiding somewhere in the back of his closet - and his warmest sweater. It was late fall now and more than chilly at night. Shen Yuan knew the place would be heated, but it was better to wear more layers just in case, since he could always take something off if it got too warm.

"Nothing, if you're going to the library."

"Rude, much?"

"It’s not rude if it’s true,” Shang Qinghua quipped. “Now come on, let’s go to my room. I'll lend you some clothes."

"No way! I've seen the outfits you wear when you go out, and I refuse to look like some male prostitute."

"Come on, bro, they're not all bad! I'll give you something with more coverage! I refuse to go out with you looking like some nerd!"

“Don’t pretend like you’re not a nerd too!”

“I know I am but I don’t have to look like one and neither do you! Now get out of those clothes. I won’t have you embarrassing me in front of my future husband.”

“No! I won’t do it! You’re not gonna turn me into some slut!”

Shen Yuan tried to pull his arm away as Shang Qinghua dragged him toward his room, but it turned out that even the hack author was stronger than him.

”Fuck! How are you so strong?” Shen Yuan complained.

“I’m not strong, you’re just really weak,” Shang Qinghua said as he forcefully stripped Shen Yuan.

“Stop! Give me back my clothes!”

“No! Not until you try on at least one outfit. If you still insist you don’t like it, then I’ll give them back,” Shang Qinghua held Shen Yuan’s clothes out of reach, not letting him grab them back.

“Why am I even friends with you?” Shen Yuan sat down on the bed with a huff.

“You love me, bro, don’t pretend you don’t.”

“Just shut up and choose an outfit. I’m only trying on one. And you better give me back my clothes when I don’t like it.

“Huh? What’d you say? I can’t hear you,” Shang Qinghua yelled back.

The sounds of him rummaging around in his closet growing in volume as he tossed half his wardrobe out in search of an outfit that would suit his dense friend. When he finally came out with the perfect outfit, Shen Yuan gave him a scowl as if he was looking at some disgusting insect.

“No. Fucking. Way,” Shen Yuan adamantly refused. “That won’t even fit me,”

“Bro, we’re practically the same size. Just try it on. You promised you would,” Shang Qinghua handed him the clothes.

“You’re doing this just so you can laugh at me, aren’t you?” Shen Yuan yanked the clothes out of Shang Qinghua’s hands.

“What are you talking about, bro? I want to make you hot so I won’t be embarrassed to be seen with you!”

“These- won’t- fit!” Shen Yuan growled, frustrated that the pants weren’t listening to him.

“You need to jump around a little. Do you want me to oil your legs so they slide in easier?” Shang Qinghua laughed, watching Shen Yuan struggle to pull up the pants.

“I know you’re joking about the oil, but I don’t think these will fit without it. Wait- I think- I got it!” Shen Yuan laid back on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead. “Phew, I really thought my legs weren't gonna make it.”

“Great, now sit up and put the top on.”

"Fine, if I have to."

He reluctantly put his arms through the shirt. Thankfully it was a normal fit and he didn't have to suck himself in until he was a skeleton to get it on. After pulling it over his head, Shen Yuan stood to go look in the mirror on the side.

"Bro, you look great! I've really got good taste!" Shang Qinghua praised himself.

"Thanks but… Doesn't this make me look gay?"

"Trust me, my tiny cucumber man, you're so obviously straight that no one would mistake you for being gay even in these clothes," Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes behind Shen Yuan's back. "Plus these pants make your ass look all perky."

"Hey! It's not tiny, it’s average! It’s perfectly proportional for my size," Shen Yuan protested. "But you're right about the pants. My ass does look good," he admitted, twisting around to look behind himself.

"And you can actually see it too now that it's not hiding under an ill-fitting tee or a long hoodie. See, I told you the crop top was a good choice."

"But I don't have any abs to show off," Shen Yuan sighed, poking himself in the stomach.

"Bro, how can you expect to have abs when you don't exercise?" Shang Qinghua laughed. "You don't even leave your apartment unless I invite you out."

"That doesn't mean anything. I could be working out in my living room for all you know."

"And are you?"

"That's beside the point. I'm saying that I could if I wanted to."

"Whatever you say, bro.”

"Okay I'll admit though, I make this outfit look good,” Shen Yuan checked his reflection again, “but I’m going to freeze my perky ass off in this. Aren't you gonna be cold in your booty shorts?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We'll warm up once we go in. All the people dancing so close together really heats up a place."

"I'll believe you this time but you better be right about that. I'm leaving if it’s cold inside."

“Yeah, yeah. Now enough admiring yourself in the mirror and come here. Let me put some eyeliner on you."

“No, stop! I’m already wearing the outfit you chose. I don’t want to put on any makeup. Then I’ll really look gay!” Shen Yuan protested.

“I’m just gonna put a little on the top! Just try it and if you don’t like it, we can wipe it off.”

“I really will wipe it off.”

“Sure, just let me get it on first. Close your eyes,” Shang Qinghua ordered.

Shen Yuan grudgingly did as he was told. Shang Qinghua drew a thin line and some small wings, and before his friend opened his eyes, quickly applied some light color to his lips.

“Hey! What did you put on my lips?!”

“It’s just some lip balm. Your lips are dry as hell, bro. No one’s gonna want to kiss them.”

“I’m not trying to get kissed by anyone.”

“I know and that’s the sad thing,” his friend shook his head in mock pity.

“What did you say?” Shen Yuan said threateningly.

"Nothing, nothing. Now enough standing around, let’s go," Shang Qinghua said before Shen Yuan had a chance to look in the mirror again. Luckily his bro was easily distracted and completely forgot about the makeup.

They put on their coats and speedwalked to the bus stop - neither of them would run no matter how cold it was. After transferring onto the subway, they took the line deeper into the city and got off a few stops later. Shuffling out of the station, they walked a few blocks before finally reaching their destination.

Seeing as how it was still early, they were able to get in right away. They left their jackets at the coat check, then made their way inside.

“There he is!” Shang Qinghua said, running off to the bar.

"What? Wait, where are you going? You said you wouldn't ditch me!" Shen Yuan grabbed his friend, stopping him from leaving him.

"I'm not ditching you! But how am I supposed to flirt with him if you're right next to me? Come on, bro, just sit at the other end of the bar," Shang Qinghua pleaded.

“Why did you make me come then? I don’t need to be here,” Shen Yuan protested.

“Don’t say that, bro. Why don’t you use this opportunity to meet someone new?” Shang Qinghua suggested. “Anyway, I’m gonna go now. Wish me luck!”

And that was how Shen Yuan found himself sitting alone at the end of the bar of the biggest gay club in the city, sipping on a passion fruit martini through a straw that he had to ask for while his ex-friend down the counter flirted with the expressionless bartender.

As much as Shen Yuan wanted to leave, he felt obligated to stay to watch over Shang Qinghua. Airplane’s taste in men was very different from Shen Yuan’s own - not that he had any taste in men, because he didn’t - but Shang Qinghua’s newest crush was even bigger and more intimidating than the previous men he’d lusted after. His friend wouldn’t be able to defend himself if things went south. Shen Yuan wasn’t delusional enough to think he could help him if it came down to a physical fight, but he could at least call for help. So he stayed sitting at the bar, keeping a watch on Shang Qinghua out of the corner of his eyes while he wrote another critical review for another webnovel he followed.

Blasting from the speakers, the music’s tempo gradually built as the club started to fill and more people gathered on the dance floor. Occasionally Shen Yuan lifted his eyes to check out the scene, but he could only make out partially to scantily-clad men grinding on each other in between the flashing colored lights. Uninterested, he returned to his phone.

After milking his martini for the better part of an hour, Shen Yuan finally slurped up the final drops inside. He wanted to order a different drink but had been told when he arrived that they didn’t have a menu, and Shen Yuan wasn’t knowledgeable about the different alcoholic beverages available. Shang Qinghua had always ordered his drinks for him, but this time his bro was too horny to remember his friend.

Shen Yuan sighed and resigned himself to ordering another of the same. After placing his order, his eyes glanced to the middle of the dance floor again where he saw a god of a man moving his body in ways that Shen Yuan wasn’t sure weren’t illegal. All eyes were on the man, with his skintight mesh tee that had a neckline deeper than the Mariana Trench and leather pants that clung so snuggly that Shen Yuan could see every hard line of muscle the man must have worked hard at the gym for. There was no need to imagine what was underneath his clothes because it was basically all on display.

Caught up in the sight of how the man’s muscles rippled with his mesmerizing dance, Shen Yuan didn’t realize that he was being stared at until the man stopped. Coming out of his trance and curiously looking around to see what had caused him to stop, he startled when he realized that the man was directly looking at him.

Finally catching Shen Yuan’s eyes, the man flashed him a smile and winked. Shen Yuan gulped, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He wished the bartender would hurry with his drink.

The man weaved between the other dancers, several of them trying to attract his attention, but they were all unsuccessful as he never once took his eyes off of Shen Yuan as he made his way over. Shen Yuan himself was too captivated to turn his gaze away, and he could only whisper a soft “fuck” to himself before the man appeared in front of him.

“Hi,” the man smiled, radiant and blinding. “Mind if I sit here?”

For some reason Shen Yuan’s mouth wasn’t working, and he could only dumbly shake his head.

“Thanks,” the man said, pulling out the stool. “I’m Luo Binghe,” he held out his hand.

Shen Yuan automatically reached out to take it, and he swore he felt a current of electricity pass between them when their hands touched. He could tell the man was only using a fraction of his strength when he squeezed Shen Yuan’s hand because just from the difference in their sizes, he should be able to easily crush his fingers. Even though they were both men, he was surprised by how different they were.

“I’m Shen-”

Just then, the bartender came over with Shen Yuan’s drink. Shen Yuan ripped his hand away from the man and muttered a quiet “Thanks” to the bartender as he accepted the drink, suddenly embarrassed to be drinking something so girly.

"I'll take what he’s having," the man ordered. The bartender silently nodded and walked off to make the drink.

“Do you want to have a sip of mine?”

When the man’s eyes widened in surprise, Shen Yuan realized what he’d said.

What the fuck did I just say?! “No! Wait- I didn’t mean-”

“Then, if you’re offering…” They spoke at the same time.

Shen Yuan was frozen as the man slowly leaned into his space to take a sip of his martini while maintaining eye contact. Wrapping his lips around the straw that was held between Shen Yuan’s fingers, he took a small sip before pulling back, licking his lips in a way that could seduce any girl and drawing Shen Yuan’s attention.

“Mm, it’s sweet.”


“So, I didn’t catch your name,” Luo Binghe prompted.

“Oh, um, I’m Shen Yuan.” He looked down at his drink to avoid Luo Binghe’s stare, not knowing why the other man’s attention was making him so flustered.

“I haven’t seen you around. Are you new to the area?”

“So- sorry, I’m not actually gay. I only came to support my friend.”

Luo Binghe blankly stared at him for several seconds. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hit on you."

“O- ooh, of course, sorry, sorry, I- I misunderstood,” Shen Yuan stammered, his cheeks flaming.

He mentally beat himself up. How could he think that this god of a man was trying to make a pass at him? He was obviously leagues above Shen Yuan’s level!

“Don’t worry about it,” Luo Binghe chuckled. “I was just feeling a little tired and wanted to sit down, and you looked like a nice person so I came over.”

“I see,” Shen Yuan mumbled, not understanding why he was disappointed.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re a very attractive man and trust me, I would be very interested, but I could tell that you’re straight, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case,” Shen Yuan irrationally became happy again. He didn’t know where these mood swings were coming from, so he decided to just not think about it. “I’m not uncomfortable with it,” he smiled into his drink.

“I’m glad.”

Shen Yuan happened to look up at that moment to see the soft smile Luo Binghe was looking at him with and his heart seemed to stutter in his ribcage. However, he only saw the surface and missed the hidden intention in his eyes, but the bartender who was coming over with Luo Binghe’s drink didn’t. He silently set it down and left without saying anything, not wanting to ruin the mood.

“So, Shen Yuan, tell me about yourself,” Luo Binghe said, putting his elbow onto the counter and holding up his head as he gave Shen Yuan his full undivided attention.

Time flew by as the two talked about anything and everything. It seemed as if they had known each other their whole lives. Luo Binghe was a great conversationalist. He was an attentive listener and could engage with Shen Yuan on any topic. They shared a few more drinks - Luo Binghe ordered for them since Shen Yuan didn’t know what to get - and soon enough, Shen Yuan needed to pee.

“I need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back,” Shen Yuan said, standing up.

“I’ll come with you, I need to go too,” Luo Binghe stood up with him.

Standing next to each other, their size difference was much more apparent. Luo Binghe was more than a full head taller than him and his shoulders nearly twice as wide. While Shen Yuan’s arms leaned more toward the stick side, Luo Binghe’s biceps were so thick that Shen Yuan wouldn’t be able to wrap his fingers around them even if he used both hands. And he must never skip chest day because his pecs were practically bursting from his shirt.

"Our pants match," Luo Binghe casually mentioned as they walked.

Shen Yuan tore his gaze away from Luo Binghe’s chest - he was only looking because they were at his eye level - and looked down, his eyes immediately drawn to Luo Binghe's muscular thighs and the outline of a large bulge at the front, clearly visible through his tight leather pants.

"Oh, um, yea, it seems they do." His throat felt tight and his cheeks were flaming even though he was sure he didn't drink that much.

As soon as they got to the restroom, Shen Yuan immediately went over to one of the urinals and started relieving himself. Luo Binghe walked up to the one next to him. When Shen Yuan finished and was tucking himself back into his pants, he unconsciously glanced over to the next urinal and Holy fuck! Was that a weapon?!

“Ah, I might be a little bit bigger than average,” Luo Binghe said sheepishly, “but I assure you, I know how to use it, and I promise you won't feel any pain.”

Shen Yuan stared back in horror at the realization that he’d said that out loud.

“Oh, I didn’t mean you you, I meant that as a figurative you. Like my partner won't feel any pain,” Luo Binghe hurriedly clarified.

“Sorry, Luo Binghe, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I was just a little surprised,” Shen Yuan said, feeling bashful for staring.

“A little?” Luo Binghe teased.

“Shut up,” Shen Yuan said, going to the sink.

“I saw yours too and it looked very cute,” Luo Binghe started washing his hands, “small and adorable, just like the rest of you.”

Shen Yuan didn’t know how to respond to that so he didn’t. He just stared down at the sink as he washed his hands, hoping that the heat in his cheeks wasn’t visible in the fluorescent bathroom lighting.

“You know, I said that I meant the you figuratively, but if you were interested, I would be more than happy to offer my services,” Luo Binghe continued the subject that Shen Yuan very much wished he would drop.

When the words clicked and Shen Yuan understood what Luo Binghe was proposing, he felt like his heart exploded and his body burst into flames. Suddenly he pictured himself lying on a soft bed with Luo Binghe hovering over him and whispering softer words of assurance as he slowly opened Shen Yuan with that ridiculously large dick of his. Shen Yuan didn’t know what that would feel like, but it must hurt at least some with how big Luo Binghe was. But with what he already knew about Luo Binghe, he knew that the other man would be gentle and do his best to make it pleasurable for him.

Wait! Why was he imagining it as if he would be the bottom? He could be the top! No! That wasn’t the issue here, there wasn’t going to be any bottoming or topping on his part! He wasn’t imagining anything!

“I’m straight,” Shen Yuan gritted out.

“I know, I was just making a suggestion in case you were curious,” Luo Binghe brushed it off. “Does the idea of it disgust you?”

“Well…” Shen Yuan struggled to answer. “…No,” he admitted.

“Why not?” Luo Binghe asked.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you feel disgusted imagining yourself like that with me?”

“Do you want me to feel disgusted?” Shen Yuan asked back, confused why Luo Binghe was asking this.

“No, of course not. But any other straight man would be disgusted and repulsed even just imagining it, so I was wondering why you weren’t.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know,” Shen Yuan shrugged. “Even though it’s only been a few hours since we’ve met, I feel very close to you. I already think of you as a good friend, or even a brother,” he confessed, cheeks turning pink.

“A brother, I see,” Luo Binghe said emotionlessly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I know we only just met,” Shen Yuan said embarrassedly.

“No, not at all. I’m happy to hear that you think so highly of me,” Luo Binghe smiled back dazzlingly.

Shen Yuan’s breath caught in his throat. “Then, shall we head back?” he managed to squeeze out.


As they walked down the short hall, Luo Binghe said, "I don't want to sound like I'm hitting on you, but that outfit looks great on you.”

Shen Yuan blushed. He wasn’t used to receiving compliments, especially from people so attractive, so he diverted the attention away from himself. “And what about you? Showing off all those big muscles. What are they even for?” He wanted to lightly hit Luo Binghe’s bicep, but the other man was slightly turned toward him, and it ended up with Shen Yuan slapping his bare chest.

Luo Binghe surprised him by suddenly grabbing him around the waist and lifting him up, spinning him around as he said, “They’re so that I can easily lift and carry you when you can’t walk.”

“What are you doing? Let me down!” Shen Yuan laughed, kicking his feet. “Why would I not be able to walk?”

With all of Shen Yuan’s squirming, it seemed Luo Binghe couldn’t keep his hold on him, so he pushed Shen Yuan against the wall, keeping his arms around his waist, and pressed their bodies together to simultaneously hold him up and prevent him from moving. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me,” he practically purred.

Shen Yuan gasped at the change in position. Like this, he could feel all the hard lines of Luo Binghe’s body against his own. He was still lifted off the ground, so they were currently the same height. Their faces were mere inches apart, and with his feet dangling in the air, Shen Yuan was unable to escape Luo Binghe’s bright eyes that seemed to gaze deep into his soul.

“Luo Binghe,” he said, for some reason in a hushed tone.

“Shen Yuan,” the other man said back.

“That’s enough now, put me down.” Shen Yuan awkwardly patted Luo Binghe’s shoulder while looking off to the side.

“I don’t want to,” Luo Binghe said cheekily.

“Luo Binghe,” Shen Yuan tried to be stern, but it was difficult. There was some unknown emotion building up inside him and threatening to overflow, and on top of that, he felt a strong anticipation for something.

“Shen Yuan,” Luo Binghe said softly, almost fond. “I can’t hold it in any more. I like you, Shen Yuan.”

Shen Yuan gaped at him, jaw dropped and eyes wide, in shock and doubtful that he’d heard correctly. How could a man like Luo Binghe like him? He was basically a god among men while Shen Yuan was, well, Shen Yuan. They hadn’t even known each other for more than a few hours, and plus, Shen Yuan wasn’t even gay!

“You know I’m not…” he started.

Then he looked into Luo Binghe’s dark eyes, stars shining bright with the light of hope as they gazed back. Such a pure, sweet man, Shen Yuan couldn’t bear to crush his feelings. And if he was being honest with himself, he was flattered that Luo Binghe thought of him like that.

“Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try…”

“Really?! You mean it?!” Luo Binghe’s smile was brighter than a thousand watt light. “Then… May I kiss you?”

Shen Yuan stiffened, then shyly nodded after thinking about it. If they were going to try dating, they would need to kiss at some point, so it made no difference whether that was now or later.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for Luo Binghe to kiss him. Several seconds later, he felt a warm sensation on his lips, the lightest pressure for a fraction of a second, before it disappeared. Shen Yuan opened his eyes, confused and wondering if that was all Luo Binghe was going to do.

“Are you done?” he asked.

Luo Binghe bashfully nodded as he set Shen Yuan back down on his feet. “Mn, thank you. I just wanted to kiss you once before the night is over,” he said shyly.

Shen Yuan noted that it was indeed getting late. He stared up at Luo Binghe consideringly before coming to a decision. “Then let me show you how to do it properly.”

It wasn’t as if Shen Yuan had any real experience with kissing, but he knew there was more to it than just a chaste pressing of lips. He went up onto his toes as he pulled Luo Binghe down by his shoulders, pressing their lips together more firmly before licking along the seam of Luo Binghe’s lips. Luo Binghe let out a soft gasp, and Shen Yuan used that to slip his tongue into Luo Binghe’s mouth.

Luo Binghe tasted sweet, and as their tongues continued to tangle, he quickly gained more confidence. He picked up Shen Yuan again, but this time Shen Yuan wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist, not eager to be set down again anytime soon. He threaded his fingers through Luo Binghe’s luscious hair, trying to pull him even closer, though there was already no space left between their bodies.

Luo Binghe’s hands slowly traveled down Shen Yuan’s back, finally coming to a stop when they were resting on his ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, and Shen Yuan was embarrassed by the subsequent sound that came out of him. Luo Binghe took that opportunity to take control of the kiss, nipping at Shen Yuan’s lower lip before sliding his tongue in to explore his mouth.

Shen Yuan didn’t know how long they stayed like that in the hall. It felt so different than he expected. He thought he could get addicted to this. When they finally parted, they were both gasping for breath.

“That’s how you kiss someone,” he panted.

“So," Luo Binghe smirked, "I’m like a brother, huh?”

“Shut up. I was just trying to teach you how to do it properly. I don’t want you to embarrass yourself next time.”

“And I thank you for that,” Luo Binghe chuckled. “So what do you want to do now? Do you still want to go back to the bar?”

Shen Yuan remembered why he came in the first place. He told Luo Binghe to set him down and then went over to the door leading back to the bar and dance floor. Looking over at the far end of the bar, he saw Airplane animatedly chatting with his crush, who only stared back as expressionlessly as he had at the beginning of the night.

Well, he seemed to be doing fine enough. He didn’t need Shen Yuan’s help.

Shen Yuan turned back to Luo Binghe and pulled him down for another kiss. “Take me back to your place.”


Shang Qinghua paced in front of Shen Yuan’s apartment building, muttering to himself while staring at his phone. His friend had disappeared last night without a word, and Shang Qinghua hadn’t heard from him since. He knew Shen Yuan liked to sleep in, but it was already after 2pm now and he hadn’t gotten any response to his calls and texts.

Bro where r u? Im getting really worried here. Call me when u get this message, Shang Qinghua sent another text.

Just as he was debating whether or not to call the police and report him missing, a sleek, expensive-looking black car with red and silver details pulled up to the curb. A handsome, well-built man - though not as handsome and well-built as Mobei Jun - got out and went around to the passenger side. Shang Qinghua was wondering what kind of woman would have a boyfriend of that caliber but still live in the same run-down apartment complex as his bro when the man opened the door and offered his hand to SHEN YUAN!

Shen Yuan stepped out of the car in the same clothes Shang Qinghua chose for him last night. The other man took off his coat and wrapped it around his bro’s shoulders, then let his hands slide down to rest on his hips.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you in, Yuan-ge?” Mr. Handsome Man asked, his focus completely on Shen Yuan.


Shang Qinghua could only see his side profile, but that was enough to see the absolutely infatuated look Mr. Handsome Man was giving his bro.

“I’m okay, it’s just right there,” Shen Yuan shifted his feet in a nervous manner, avoiding Mr. Handsome Man’s gaze by looking at his chest.

“Okay,” Mr. Handsome Man said, the disappointment in his voice obvious.

“I had a really good time last night, Binghe… And this morning,” Shen Yuan looked up at Mr. Handsome Man- Binghe through his lashes.

Shang Qinghua wanted to applaud him. His bro was a natural at flirting. Maybe he should take some notes from him.

“Me too! I’d love to spend more time with you, if you’ll let me,” Binghe looked at him with big puppy eyes.

Wow, who would guess that a big man like him knew how to sajiao.

“I would like that,” Shen Yuan smiled, a light flush dusting over his cheeks that definitely wasn’t due to the cold. “I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! I’ll be waiting for your call!” Binghe’s face lit up in a blinding smile.

“Then I’ll talk to you later, Binghe!”

“Goodbye, Yuan-ge!”

Then Shang Qinghua watched with his mouth wide open in shock as his bro turned his face up to kiss Mr. Handsome Man Binghe goodbye, and then watched him as he got back into his car and drove away. After he was out of sight, Shen Yuan turned around with a silly smile on his face, only to jump back in surprise when he noticed Shang Qinghua a few yards away.

“Oh, Airplane! I didn’t see you there,” Shen Yuan let out a strained laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“Bro. Cucumber. Bro. Shen Yuan,” he smirked as he walked over to his friend.

“Haha… Um, yeah… Hi…” Shen Yuan awkwardly waved.

“I see you’re still wearing the same clothes from last night.” Shang Qinghua never thought the day would come when he’d get to witness his bro do the walk of shame. And up close, he could see a plethora of hickies littered across his neck.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I am…”

“Did you put your cucumber to use last night? Or actually, I’m guessing it was probably your peach?”

“Shang Qinghua!”

“Congratulations, bro! I’m happy for you, really!” Shang Qinghua clapped Shen Yuan on the back. “But is it so hard to send me a text? You had me really worried for you. I thought you might’ve been kidnapped or something.”

“Oh, sorry. My phone died and my mind wasn’t really on getting it charged…”

“I get that but why are you getting back so late?”

Shen Yuan covered his face with his hands. “Binghe is a healthy young man. We… did it again in the morning… And then he made me breakfast in bed cause I couldn’t… walk…” he whispered, “And well… I couldn’t… leave the bed… So one thing led to another… And then… Well, he’s got a lot of energy!”

“Bro! I always knew there was a slut in you just waiting to come out,” Shang Qinghua nodded to himself. “You’ve gotta tell me everything!”

“Shut up! I’m not saying anything else! I’m going to get in bed and sleep!” Shen Yuan stormed off to his building.

“Come on, bro, just a few details!” Shang Qinghua chased after him.