Chapter 42.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 42.1
Torrential rain cascaded down the window panes. Twisting his body, Fang Chi struggled with great effort to unfasten the seat belt. Gao Zhun, crushed against his seat by the other man, hummed and moaned without rest. All was dark beyond the windows; the world outside was black as ink. Deafening thunder chased after the most blinding lightning, and a sudden white streak struck down from the sky.
Gao Zhun's mouth was wide open, allowing Fang Chi to lick over and over every inch of its moistened warmth. Spit trailed down Gao Zhun's chin, and the wet sounds of suckling lips filled his ears. After worrying at Gao Zhun's upper lip for a long while with his teeth and tongue, Fang Chi let go of the soft flesh at last. Panting heavily, he released the other man, straightened his own askew gla.s.ses, and propped himself up in an unnatural manner. It was as if he did not quite dare to look at the man below him. ”Alright, go up now.”
Glazed eyes fluttered open. Ravaged, swollen lips took on the crimson hue of blood. ”No…” Murmuring, his voice hoa.r.s.e with emotion, Gao Zhun pressed his forehead to Fang Chi's chest. ”Please, I beg you, take me back.”
Fang Chi frowned in agitation. Perhaps feeling somewhat suffocated, he loosened his tie with a tug. ”Be good. Linlin will be reaching soon.”
”I don't want to see her. I…” Fang Chi kissed him again, so urgent and insatiable that he swallowed all of Gao Zhun's words, down to the very last syllable. It was sheer brutality, as if he were trying in earnest to tear the other man apart. Gao Zhun's entire body quaked in Fang Chi's hold, neither able to give in to its desires nor escape from the confines of the man's arms; so powerless was Gao Zhun, even the simplest act of breathing was almost too much to ask for.
”D-Doc… mngh…” Gao Zhun struggled slightly. Fang Chi unclasped the man's seat belt, folded him to his chest, and began bucking against the helpless body as if they were making love. Gao Zhun, beside himself with excitement, flexed his pliant waist in response, looking ready to combust with desire at any moment. ”Take me back with you. I'll do anything you want…”
Yet, after all the savoring and humping, Fang Chi released the man once more. For several moments, he remained transfixed by the sight of Gao Zhun biting his lips and writhing in feverish distress. Then, without any warning, Fang Chi opened the door by the front seat. Wind and rain poured into the car, crashed onto Gao Zhun's face and shocked him out of his daze.
”Get out,” Fang Chi ordered, his resolve steeled.
”No…” Gao Zhun tried to curl up against the back of his seat, but Fang Chi stopped him with a yank and pushed him out of the car with a cruel shove. One leg slipped into the rain. Clinging stubbornly to Fang Chi's arm, Gao Zhun started to cry. All of a sudden, Fang Chi remembered that the man's belongings were still in the trunk. Somewhat piqued, he flung aside that pair of desperate hands and went to unload the luggage in the violent downpour.
Panic swelled within Gao Zhun as his frantic eyes chased after the other man's retreating figure. The trunk was opened and shut again. Soaked to his skin, Fang Chi made his way around the vehicle, luggage in hand. Gao Zhun watched the man carry those bags into the apartment building, his heart sinking with the knowledge that Fang Chi would be coming for him next. He tangled his fingers together, s.h.i.+vering all over, and set his unblinking stare on the entrance of the apartment.
The doors opened a moment later. Fang Chi came out of the building and strode straight towards Gao Zhun. ”N-no!” he pleaded helplessly, hanging on to the steering wheel with every last bit of his strength. ”I don't like you anymore! I hate you now, okay? Isn't that good enough for you?!” Rolling over between Fang Chi's arms, Gao Zhun swatted the man's gla.s.ses away with a swipe of his hand. Fang Chi remained undeterred. He continued manhandling Gao Zhun without a care for his spectacles, hauling him out of the car and half-carrying him into the building.
Gao Zhun could not open his eyes in the rain; all he could feel was the world spinning around him. By the time he got up from the floor and dashed out of the apartment building once more, Fang Chi had already started his car. The man's gla.s.ses were still lying on the ground. Gao Zhun stepped over them and ran after the vehicle, yelling himself hoa.r.s.e in the unrelenting storm. But Fang Chi heard nothing. He could only look into the rearview mirror and watch Gao Zhun's sorry figure recede further and further into the watery distance as he turned on the radio. Fang Chi's heart was hurting - it hurt so much, as if it was on the verge of bursting - and he kept one hand on the steering wheel while he pressed the other to his chest. If he had never received any professional training, he knew, he would have turned back right this minute and rushed back to the other man's side.
Fang Chi made it to his apartment in the end. Drenched to his bones, he drifted into the elevator like a lost soul, his nose stinging with the urge to break down and cry. He hugged his head in despair, unable to hold up anymore, looking the very image of a madman adrift in the world with no place to call his own.
Chills ran over his skin. Pain burned along his throat. Shuddering, Fang Chi awoke with a start and glanced at his watch. It was already half past midnight. He had caught a cold, he realized. Yet, even before he could think of finding medication for himself, he grabbed his phone and looked up Gao Zhun's contact details. After the slightest bit of hesitation, he dialed the number. He did not think his call would ever be answered - he had hurt the man, and Gao Zhun should hate him to the core now - but the call went through after mere seconds. All was quiet on the other end of the line apart from the sound of heavy, difficult breathing. ”Gao Zhun!” he yelled.
”… Why are you calling again?” Gao Zhun's voice was terrible beyond belief; he must have fallen sick as well.
”You caught a cold? How are you feeling?”
”A little feverish…” Gao Zhun rasped weakly with child-like coyness, ”Won't you come and pick me up, please?”