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Liu Yi hisses as Chu San removes another glass shard from his chest. After finding him and shielding him from the police earlier, he led him to his small apartment and was now tending to his wounds with a serious look on his face. Liu Yi would have done it himself but the boy insisted. Or maybe he offered and Liu Yi didn’t protest. It didn’t matter now.
“There’s a piece of glass here. It’s stuck in pretty deep.” Chu San says as he looks up from his crouched position in front of him with worried eyes. “It might hurt a little.”
“I’ve taken bullet wounds before, this is nothing. I’m not afraid at all-”
Liu Yi can barely finish his sentence before the piece of glass is removed from his skin with a sharp pang. This time he grits his teeth hard to stop a scream from escaping. This was no bullet but fuck, did it still hurt.
“Did I hurt you ?”
And there went Chu San again, with his sweet words and genuine concern. His chest is warm from the pain but something else mixes itself in there, even warmer than he would have thought possible. It doesn’t stop the sting though. That, he still feels traveling through him right to his clenched asshole in very unpleasant intervals.
“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.” He badly lies and curses under his breath as soon as Chu San looks away.
When he turns back to him holding a small ball of cotton full of disinfectant, Liu Yi strangely relaxes. What should have been a stressful sight (who likes to have alcohol rubbed against their open cuts?) warms his heart in a way he’s starting to become familiar with. It’s the same warmth he feels when Chu San smiles at him a little too bright, or when he chugs a water bottle under the sunlight with sweat dripping down his temples.
Brown eyes meet his gaze and Liu Yi looks away. He remains quiet while Chu San works, his heart beating hard even as the pain starts to subside. He hopes Chu San can’t feel it when he tapes a gauze next to it.
“Are you all right ?” Chu San is asking again.
This time, Liu Yi knows what he’s about to say won’t cut it. Physical hurt is one thing, the whole mess that caused it… well, it’s another. He knows Chu San won’t believe him when he says it, but he does anyway.
“I’m fine.”
Apparently, Chu San can only bear a few seconds of silence before he has to make his worry known again. Soon enough, he’s rapid-firing questions after questions to understand what happened. Questions that Liu Yi can’t, or rather, doesn’t want to answer. Not when it could so easily pull Chu San down in the dangerous depth of Kowloon’s triads more than he already has. Thankfully, Chu San doesn’t insist.
After Liu Yi tries to get cigarettes and gets met with a firm refusal, a call from Cui Dong Dong distracts him enough that he forgets both the nicotine craving and the pain in his chest. She tells him that Inspector Hua is dead and that the police are looking for him. It’s not hard to put two and two together to understand that he’s being framed. Just his luck. She gives him a final warning to stay hidden at the “student’s place” and he barely has the time to complain before she hangs up in his face.
“You...” Chu San interrupts his grumbling with a stern look on his face. “Go to bed and rest.”
“Go to bed ?” Liu Yi parrots without even realising.
“I’m going to work.”
Right. Work.
“Of course, I know you’re going to work.” He states again, sounding so unsure he doesn’t know what to make of himself now but actually follow through Chu San’s command and go sit on the bed while the other man takes his coat and briefcase and leaves him alone after giving him a final look Liu Yi can’t decipher.
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That’s how he ended up in Chu San’s apartment alone with nothing to do.
At first he tried to do what he was told ; lay in bed and sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come, what happened earlier that day still too heavy on his mind for even a few minutes of rest. So he got up and started pacing around the apartment like a lion in a cage, finding anything he could to occupy his brain and hands. He picked up a few books, immediately putting down anything that resembled a school manual and reading a couple of pages of the others before getting bored. He looked through Chu San’s closet, picturing the perfect employee that he is wearing each one of the button up shirts. He played with a Rubik’s Cube that he left even more jumbled up than he found and he even observed the paintings on the walls until he ran out of them too.
That is essentially what he had been doing until now.
Liu Yi lies back down on the bed with a sigh, right on top of the covers. Rest it is then, or so he tries. His eyes find a dark spot on the ceiling and he stares at it until it becomes a blur. His boredom was starting to cause his mind to wander. He doesn’t want to think about the police looking for him outside so he thinks of what happened after instead. Before he can even control it, his mind paints him a picture of Chu San on his knees before him, tending to his wounds. His injury pulses at the memory and he winces, grabbing the duvet he is laying on by reflex.
Mindlessly, he folds the part of the comforter he isn’t blocking over his body, brings it to his face and inhales slightly. Unsurprisingly, it smells like Chu San. Surprisingly, it’s nice. Comforting. Exciting ? His heart rate picks up a little bit as he furrows his brows. What is he even thinking ? Freeing his nose from the cover, he ignores what that thought would imply for now and only keeps half of it in mind. Because one thing he hasn’t done to kill time is actually so extremely obvious, efficient and will definitely help him sleep better, he’s even surprised he hasn’t thought of it before.
He is bored and He Chu San won’t be back for at least a couple more hours. Why not ? Liu Yi lets his right hand travel down his chest and abs before resting lazily on his crotch, still pondering the rights and wrongs of his decision. But as the weight and warmth of his palm stirs up familiar sensations in his body, the wrongs seem to quickly disappear, leaving him with one easy conclusion to his minor inner debate : he was going to masturbate in Chu San’s bed and deal with the consequences later.
He palms at the outline of his cock through his clothes, feeling himself become instantly bigger by the slightest stimulation. Just the thought of what he is about to do excites him enough, he feels already sensitive before having even begun. Maybe it is because he can’t remember the last time he touched himself but Liu Yi can swear he is growing way faster than he normally would. Nothing to do with the bed he is laying on. This has to be the build up from the last time he jerked off and it is nothing to be ashamed about.
A shaky sigh escapes his lips as he reaches his full growth in no time, his hand still only groping over his pants. Those are starting to feel a little tight and bothersome so he takes them off, along with his underwear. He hasn’t bothered buttoning up his shirt all afternoon so he keeps it like that, his open shirt and socks his only clothes left on him. Out of consideration for Chu San, he also makes sure to completely push aside the duvet from his lower body, keeping a grip on it just enough to cover his left arm and a little bit of his left shoulder. After all, he is a gentleman. When everything is settled, he makes himself comfortable again and closes his eyes before finally wrapping a ready hand around his length.
The warmth emanating from his lower abdomen is immediate. He strokes himself a few times, ignoring the slight tug of the skin it sometimes creates from the lack of lubrication. His glans will do just that in no time anyway. And just to speed things up a little, he retracts his hand to spit in it and goes right back to work. The added wetness is a welcome feeling and Liu Yi tilts his head back in pleasure as he jerks himself faster. When he feels his thighs contract a little, he suddenly stops with a grunt.
He is doing this to kill time but it is going to fail miserably as a distraction if he continues like that. Besides, he hasn’t done it in a while and it feels so good. He wants to savour the moment as much as possible. He lets go of his cock, letting it lean on his stomach as he moves his hand to his inner thigh. He caresses and kneads at the skin there until he reaches a pretty sensitive part, right below his balls. With two fingers, he presses firmly against his bulb and his right knee jerks up in response. More efficient than a patellar reflex test. He smirks and exhales slowly, relaxing once more into the bed while his hand works its way up to his exposed stomach, then chest.
His eyes flutter open when he touches a nipple and he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, body flushed and so horny. He thinks of what Chu San would see if he walked through his front door right now and his cock jumps at the thought. Fuck. This is bad. He was never into exhibitionism before but surely this is because of the thrill of getting caught. Not because those piercing brown eyes would burn a hole so deep into his body he would probably physically feel it.
Thinking of feelings, his cock is starting to feel cold and neglected. His heart rate has settled down after he let go of it a mere minute ago and he is already eager to give it his attention again. His left hand is still absent-mindedly clutching the duvet from earlier, tugging it over his shoulder for support maybe, and he tugs it even closer when his other hand wraps itself again around his most sensitive part.
This time, Liu Yi takes it slow. His touch is light, he feels like he’s barely holding his cock when he brushes his fingers up and down his whole length a few times, unhurried. He had gone a little bit softer from the neglect but it takes no time for him to remedy that. When he is fully hard again, he switches his method. Instead of teasing the whole thing, he decides to focus on a few key areas, slowly, one by one.
He starts with the base. He squeezes harder there, then massages his balls lightly, rinse and repeat until he’s satisfied. While he’s doing that, he folds one of his legs to the side, spreading a little to give himself better access. When he’s done, he moves to the head. His incredibly sensitive head that makes him hiss when he wraps his whole hand around the top. Using his palm, he massages in circles, spreading the few leaks of pre-cum that gathered there in the process. He feels a little bit like he’s handling the joystick of a crane claw machine but he doesn’t care. It works and with a particularly good stroke, he can’t help but buck in his hand and clutch the duvet in pleasure with the other.
He feels his heartbeat fastening now, his breathing a bit more ragged too. With his right hand, he goes back to teasing his whole length and with his left, well… The duvet he's clutching suddenly feels heavy in it. Still pumping, he somehow pays more attention to it now than the pulsing organ between his thighs. His mind is reeling, possessed by his horny hormones and the little demon sitting on his shoulder that made him masturbate in Chu San’s apartment the second he left for work. The little demon is now whispering another great idea in his ear, one he can’t possibly refuse. No harm in it, after all…
Tentatively, he brings the duvet to his face and breathes it in. The familiar smell that was gently surrounding him this whole time hits his nose in full force. It smells really good. Way better than it should and Liu Yi doesn’t know what to make of that. What he knows is that the dick in his hand is happy about it and right now it basically took over his brain as commander of his body. So he inhales in the covers again and the smell, combined with the sensation of his hand stroking his cock, makes him feel hot all over. Shame creeps up his neck in the form of a hot sweat but he doesn’t let it stop him. It’s too good to stop.
Soon enough, he starts fucking his hand, firmly planting his right feet in the mattress to use as leverage. He feels like he’s going mad. The pleasure he gets from masturbation is amazing but the smell is all he can think about. Anytime he inhales, it goes straight to his cock. It’s intoxicating. Pressing the duvet into his face, he picks up the pace and squeezes even harder. Pre-cum is spread all over and keeps leaking as he meets his hand with his hips. He takes another big breath.
“Oh, fuck !”
The moment he comes is so sudden, it actually startles him. He barely registers his usual buildup sensations before he’s shooting white fluid all over himself. Hard. So hard it actually reaches his face and he has to bend his head backwards to avoid some of it. It lands on his chin, chest and his clenched abdomen. In horror, he sits up quickly and frantically checks if he soiled the duvet or his shirt. Thankfully, only his body and dignity seem to be dirtied. He can live with that.
With a shaky laugh, he flops back down, wincing when the arousal is no longer present to inhibit the pain in his chest. He takes a few minutes to come down from his high, lets his breathing come back to normal, eyes shut.
When he opens them again, he does feel slightly ashamed about what he’s done. Not really about the masturbation, that part’s only natural. And maybe ashamed is not the right word, but he does feel weird about it. He’s mortified about Chu San finding out, somehow. Even if he bets the man wouldn’t shun him for it. Still, what would he think of him ? Chu San has an emotional disorder but Liu Yu doesn’t have that excuse to hide behind…
With a sigh, he gets up, refusing to let his good mood be brought down by too much thinking. He has more important things to do anyway, cleaning up dry cum being one of them. So what if the smell of his friend felt nice and a little bit stimulating ? That didn’t mean anything more than that.
By the time Liu Yi gets out of the shower, freshly changed into night pajamas, he has successfully convinced himself that it isn’t a big deal. And that sleeping in the same room as Chu San that same day wouldn’t be a problem at all. Because why would it be ? Right ?