Chapter 27.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 27.1 (NSFW)
Outside room 3705, Zhang Zhun planted himself before the door. Chen Hsin stood before him, shamelessly refusing to budge from his spot. ”Aren't you going to open the door?”
”Aren't you going back to your room?” Zhang Zhun retorted, his back pressed tight against the door.
”But I don't have any medical stuff in my room.” Knowing that Zhang Zhun kept his keycard in his left trouser pocket, Chen Hsin lunged forward to reach for it. Zhang Zhun pushed his arm away and dodged his advance at the same time, shrinking into the narrow shadows from the wall lamps. After darting his eyes up and down the corridor, Chen Hsin hugged the other man and pecked him on the cheek with a pop.
”You're out of your mind!” Covering his cheek in shock, Zhang Zhun raised an arm across his chest in defense. But Chen Hsin released him instead. Before the older man could make sense of what had happened, he heard a click from the door as it unlocked behind him.
Then, Chen Hsin tucked the keycard back into Zhang Zhun's hand and turned the handle. ”Come on in,” he said with a suave lift of his eyebrow.
Zhang Zhun did not move from his spot. He remained rooted in the doorway for a long time, until someone came down the hallway, luggage in tow, and gave him an odd look. Inside the room, Chen Hsin was digging through the drawers as if they were his own. ”Where did Xiao-Deng keep all that stuff?”
Wringing his hands in unease, Zhang Zhun asked, ”You're really injured?”
”What do you think?” Chen Hsin found a tube of medicated ointment, uncapped it, and gave its contents a sniff. ”That punk kicked me. Several times. If I didn't have to worry about hurting my face, I'd have done him in.” As he was speaking, he pa.s.sed the ointment to Zhang Zhun with a casual toss. ”You got kicked as well when you tried to stop me, didn't you?”
The youth had indeed landed a kick on Zhang Zhun during the scuffle. Judging from the force of the impact, the youth might have undergone some kind of dance training before. ”Where are your injuries?” he asked, lowering his guard. As he began making his way to Chen Hsin, however, the younger man slipped off his s.h.i.+rt with a lift of his arms. ”My back, my a.s.s, and the front of my waist.”
Zhang Zhun felt his hackles raise. Like a leaf shaken off its branch by the wind, or a still pool broken by sudden eddies, he looked away in a hurry. Chen Hsin continued to undress himself, his movements deliberate, as if he had set his heart on teasing the other man. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it with slow, drawn-out motions. Then he dropped his trousers. He allowed them to slide down the curve of his a.s.s before climbing brazenly onto the bed. Lying on his front, he called out to Zhang Zhun, ”Come on now.”
Before Zhang Zhun lay the tantalizing expanse of a naked, well-built back. Its firm muscles, though lacking a little in definition, were lean and powerful. Zhang Zhun's throat tightened, and the hoa.r.s.eness in his voice was marked by a note of unexpected bashfulness. ”I'm not good at giving ma.s.sages…” he replied, so tense that his voice began to quiver. ”I usually receive them from others instead.”
Although Zhang Zhun was referring to therapeutic ma.s.sages, Chen Hsin could not help but think of another type of ma.s.sage - one that involved scented oils rather than medicated ones. He hardened a little at the thought. ”Hurry up. I'm really in a lot of pain right now.”
At this, Zhang Zhun walked over and sat down on the bed. He squeezed out some ointment, cool against his skin, and warmed it between his palms. ”Where?”
”Left shoulder,” Chen Hsin answered, his mouth watering a little as heat began to spread through his nose. ”And just above my waist, on the right.”
These spots had indeed reddened. Afraid of hurting Chen Hsin any further, Zhang Zhun began by testing his strength on the shoulder. Being somewhat of an expert, he kneaded the inflamed area with the heels of his palms instead of his fingers, each exertion eliciting a moan of pleasure from Chen Hsin.
Zhang Zhun blushed in embarra.s.sment. ”Can you just… stop making so much noise?”
”Why? The last time your senior offered his service,” Chen Hsin retorted with unmistakable emphasis on the innuendo, ”your cries were far louder than this.”
At the very mention of Wu Rong, Zhang Zhun knew that the topic had to be dropped immediately. He had no choice but to continue with his ministrations in silence. Several moments later, upon further instructions from Chen Hsin, he started moving downward. Alternating between pressures, his hands inched down the young man's back, following the fine lines of his muscles and bones. Although medicated ointments were more easily absorbed by the skin than essential oils, most of Chen Hsin's skin still glistened in the light with a wet, enticing sheen.