Chapter 83: He Needs to Let Off Some Steam

Chapter 83: He Needs to Let Off Some Steam

"Liking Brother Jin'an is different from liking Fu Yan."

The hand on the boy's shoulder suddenly tightened, and Fu Yan's heart felt like it had been struck hard, pounding wildly in his chest.

"What's so different about liking Fu Yan? Can you tell me?"

Fu Yan released one hand, stroking the boy's fair, flushed cheek, his thumb rubbing against the boy's bitten lips.

Because liking Fu Yan means being in love.

Du Yang dared not make a sound, his back pressed against the wall, his left shoulder pinned to the wall by the man's hand, his lips numb from the thumb's pressure and rubbing.

Maybe breathing in too much alcohol can get you drunk. Du Yang's breathing became unsteady, his mind fuzzy, the numbness on his lips spreading throughout his body, leaving him limp and weak.

Face-to-face with Fu Yan's perfect features, Du Yang felt lightheaded. He moved his lips, quietly took a deep breath, and was about to speak.

But the man's perfect face suddenly came even closer, Fu Yan gently lifted his chin. Just a little closer, and their lips would touch.

Du Yang felt like he was going to faint. His heart was pounding violently in his chest. He reached out, frantically grabbing the lapel of the man's suit, closed his eyes, and waited for Fu Yan's kiss.

The light in the hallway caught the boy's flickering eyes, then he closed his eyes, his thick lashes quivering as he stayed still, still obediently waiting for him to kiss.

Fu Yan sobered up slightly. Du Yang liked him, but Du Yang was also flustered and not ready.

He needed to show more respect—at least a proper confession, and then, after formally accepting, he could kiss him fiercely.

He tore his gaze away from the pink, soft lips, landing on the boy's smooth forehead. Fu Yan pressed a precious, gentle kiss on the boy's forehead.

After a few seconds, he pulled the boy into his arms with restraint, burying his head in the boy's shoulder and neck, gently inhaling the boy's unique scent, an addictive, intoxicating scent he craved.

Time passed quietly as they stood in the hallway, holding each other in silence.

More precisely, Du Yang was held in Fu Yan's arms, his heart settling from its first frantic flutter, feeling both sweet and a little disappointed.

Fu Yan was so good, but he was just his bed partner. If only they could be lovers...

If he had known about Fu Yan's existence earlier in his previous life, could they have been together in that life?

In this life, he loved Fu Yan deeply, but it seemed too late.

Du Yang's thoughts drifted for what seemed like ages. Fu Yan seemed to have fallen asleep, holding him without moving.

He must really be drunk.

"Fu Yan, are you asleep?" Du Yang asked softly.

"No." Fu Yan kept holding him, not moving. "But I think I had too much to drink—I'm a little dizzy."

"Then... let me help you back to your room."

Du Yang tried to shuffle a couple of steps while still in Fu Yan's arms, but it was very difficult; Fu Yan was too heavy.

Just as Du Yang was about to take another step, Fu Yan, leaning on his shoulder, smirked faintly and spoke in a slurred voice.

"I can... handle it myself."

Fu Yan released him, swaying unsteadily. Du Yang quickly hooked one of his arms over his own shoulder, supporting him.

"I'll help you in."

Fu Yan played along, staggering, and leaned on the boy's shoulder as they walked into the second bedroom.

Once inside, Du Yang intended to put Fu Yan straight to bed, but he continued helping him toward the bed.

"Let me help you get into bed."

Fu Yan stopped. "I haven't showered yet, I need to wash up first."

He then looped an arm around the boy's shoulder and turned toward the hall bathroom.

Du Yang was very uneasy about Fu Yan showering alone in this state. Seeing Fu Yan about to go in, he grabbed the man's hand and spoke worriedly.

"Brother, I'll be right outside the door. Call me if you need anything." Du Yang thought for a moment and added, "Don't take too long, you might pass out."

"Yeah, I'll be quick. Wait for me."

Fu Yan nodded obediently, turned, and entered the bathroom. He shut the door without locking it.

Though his heart wasn't racing anymore, Du Yang still felt a bit dizzy.

"It must be the alcohol fumes making me tipsy," Du Yang thought.

He thought about sitting on the couch, but worried Fu Yan might slip in the shower, so he obediently moved a stool and sat outside the bathroom door, waiting.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door handle turned, and the door opened.

Hearing the sound, Du Yang looked up, then suddenly widened his eyes, jumping up from the stool.

Fu Yan came out of the shower with a light towel around his waist. His hair was wet, water droplets trailing down his muscular chest from the ends of his hair, then along his firm abs, vanishing into the towel at his waist.

His eyes lingered on that waist. As the man approached, Du Yang snapped out of it and quickly averted his gaze, only to meet Fu Yan's eyes again.

Though he looked at the man's handsome face, his mind was stuck on the obvious bulge beneath the white towel.

"I forgot to grab clothes." Fu Yan looked down at the boy with trembling pupils and flushed cheeks, explaining casually.

"I didn't see anything," Du Yang blurted out in panic.

He must be drunk. Realizing what he said, Du Yang turned around, trying to flee.

In the process, he tripped over the stool, losing his balance and about to meet the floor face-first.

A strong hand caught his waist, pulling him firmly into a solid embrace, while the other arm wrapped around his chest.

His back pressed against the man's bare chest. Though he wore a sweatshirt, Du Yang could feel how hot the man's skin was, making his face even redder.

Something hard pressed against his lower back. Du Yang immediately understood what it was, freezing his entire body rigid, not daring to move.

It hadn't been like that before. How did it change so quickly?

Hot breath spread over his ear and neck. Du Yang forgot

Fu Yan watched the frightened youth run away in panic, adorably, and couldn't help letting out a short, low chuckle.

He looked down at his abdomen, helplessly pinching the bridge of his nose.

His friend down there was too eager; after just one hug through their clothes, it couldn't help popping out to say hi.

Glancing at the closed master bedroom door, Fu Yan turned and went back into the bathroom.

The kid had taken off like a rabbit; he wouldn't be coming out again anytime soon.

He needed to take care of his problem, otherwise even a glance at Du Yang might get him worked up.

Du Yang rushed into the room, closed the door, and threw himself onto the bed, feeling nothing but Fu Yan's hot breath and the actual feeling of his hands at the small of his back.

Was Fu Yan about to go all the way? He's the guy Fu Yan sleeps with; wouldn't it be bad to retreat at the last moment?

Now everything he eats, uses, and wears is bought by Fu Yan; Fu Yan is supporting him. It's only natural that the other guy wants to take things further.

Besides, he likes Fu Yan so much; this step is inevitable sooner or later.

After a jumble of thoughts and mental preparation, Du Yang got up from the bed, took a few deep breaths, pulled open the door, and headed straight to Fu Yan's room.

The room was empty?

Du Yang froze for a moment, then turned and left the bedroom, heading to the living room.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Du Yang approached and was about to speak when he heard some indistinct, muffled sounds from inside.

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