Something fuzzy was pressed against Jiang Xu’s chest. Annoyed, he shoved it away, and heard Shen Fangyu groan a few times.
“You look skinny, but carrying you… damn, why are you so heavy?”
“You’re the heavy one…” Jiang Xu mumbled, yanking at Shen Fangyu’s head. The alcohol made their words slurred and disjointed.
“You’re weak… Jiang Xu,” Shen Fangyu flopped against the pillow, one arm hanging off the bed. “You drank so little… and passed out. No wonder Zhong Lan… doesn’t like you.”
Jiang Xu, still reeling from the booze, slapped a hand over Shen Fangyu’s face and covered his mouth. “Your face… is so hot you could boil an egg. You think… you’re not drunk?”
“I’m not drunk…” the drunkard waved his hand, “I can hold my liquor.”
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Jiang Xu suddenly had a lot more to say. He sneered, “Whether you can hold a thousand drinks or pass out after one, it doesn’t matter, Zhong Lan… still doesn’t like you.”
Struck right in the heart, Shen Fangyu rubbed his face. “Zhong Lan…” he murmured, as if lost in a memory. “I suddenly remembered, Jiang Xu… damn it, I even rejected a confession from the class belle because of you back then.”
“You think… you’re the only one who had it bad?” Jiang Xu said. “At graduation… I got dozens of love letters, but I ignored them all just to compete with you… I didn’t even have time to open them.”
“So why did you have to compete with me?”
“Why don’t you ask… ask yourself?”
The two men, who had wasted years locked in a pointless rivalry, grew increasingly agitated as they talked. Fueled by alcohol, neither knew who threw the first punch, but they suddenly tangled together in a brawl, as if they wanted to beat each other straight to the afterlife.
Luckily, their senses were dulled by booze and their vision blurred. Out of ten punches, nine missed. After wrestling for a while, Jiang Xu’s tie had been completely loosened, buttons gone who-knows-where, revealing a pale stretch of his neck.
He leaned against the headboard, rubbing the bridge of his nose intermittently. Shen Fangyu, after throwing punches at thin air, lay on the bed gasping for breath.
After a moment, he sighed, as if moved, “Feelings are really some kind of metaphysics. I never thought… Zhong Lan was gay.” He closed his eyes, maybe because the ceiling light was too harsh. He reached out and turned it off with a “click,” leaving only the two warm-toned bedside lamps.
He turned to look at Jiang Xu, suddenly remembering the man from the bar earlier. “Say… you’re not gay too, are you?”
A fist landed squarely on his abdomen. Jiang Xu cracked his knuckles, half-lidded eyes casting a cold glance. “I’m 1.88 meters. Even if I were gay… I’d be the top.”
He was clearly quite drunk, not even aware of what he was saying. If he were sober, he would’ve realized Shen Fangyu’s nonsense had already pulled him into a trap.
Fortunately, Shen Fangyu was also half-conscious and didn’t notice the gaping flaw in Jiang Xu’s logic. Instead, he latched onto the number, and instinctively retorted, “I’m 1.884.”
Jiang Xu, “I’m 1.8843.”
Who doesn’t know how to play the decimal game?
“Ha,” Shen Fangyu suddenly laughed. “I’m 1.8844.”
“Screw you—” Jiang Xu glared at him. But Shen Fangyu was getting more worked up. “Not only am I taller, but I swear, I’m longer down there too.”
“I don’t believe you.”
The competitive instinct between men seemed etched into their DNA. With alcohol in the mix, reason was long gone.
Shen Fangyu straight-up pulled his own pants down and reached for Jiang Xu’s. The well-fitted suit pants hugged his long legs, making for an eye-catching sight.
Jiang Xu must’ve truly blacked out, because with only the thought of not losing to Shen Fangyu in mind, he didn’t resist at all and even let him yank his pants down. The two of them looked down at the same time, then looked at each other and said in near unison, “I’m longer than you!”
“No way,” Shen Fangyu grabbed Jiang Xu’s hand and pressed it to himself. “You measure it yourself.”
Jiang Xu had pale hands, long fingers with a hint of calluses. Because there wasn’t much flesh, light blue veins showed on the backs of his hands.
Maybe because the blood had all rushed to his head from drinking, his hands were unusually cool. The moment he touched Shen Fangyu, the latter shuddered.
“Don’t move.” Jiang Xu’s mind had simplified to a single-track mission: measure. His hand rubbed along a certain place on Shen Fangyu, whose hazy brain reeled from the visual stimulation.
Those hands, usually steady and precise in surgery, were now wandering over his body, kneading and exploring, making his heart pound inexplicably.
“What are you freaking out for?” Shen Fangyu grumbled at his own easily flustered heart, reaching to grab Jiang Xu’s hand. Interrupted, Jiang Xu looked up in annoyance, a few strands of fringe falling over his eyes.
That’s when Shen Fangyu noticed Jiang Xu’s glasses were gone.
Jiang Xu had double-fold eyelids. Maybe because of nearsightedness, without glasses, his gaze was a bit unfocused. The sharpness his eyes usually carried was now softened in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
This unfamiliar version of Jiang Xu made Shen Fangyu feel like he was dreaming. His whole body felt light and floaty, like walking on clouds.
Shen Fangyu stared blankly at him for a while, then noticed a small mole beneath Jiang Xu’s eye.
It was tiny, usually hidden behind his glasses, so he’d never noticed it. Now that he saw it, Shen Fangyu couldn’t look away. He stared like he was addicted.
For some reason, he found that little mole… seductive.
Jiang Xu’s complexion was pale, making the dark dot stand out even more. Shen Fangyu felt dizzy staring at it, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and suddenly he forgot who was lying beside him.
In the next second, as if possessed, Shen Fangyu pressed his lips to that tiny mole.
Jiang Xu’s lashes trembled, eyes half-lidded in confusion. He seemed dazed, and after a moment of hesitation, he turned his head away.
Shen Fangyu braced himself on the pillow, looking down at Jiang Xu. As he turned his head, Shen Fangyu caught sight of another small mole on his neck.
“My mom said fair-skinned people tend to grow moles. I guess it’s true.”
And like someone obsessed with collecting beauty marks, he lowered his head and kissed it too.
Shen Fangyu’s lips were cold, and the sudden touch against his warm neck made Jiang Xu instinctively tilt his head back, revealing a beautifully sharp jawline.
Shen Fangyu wanted to go further, but Jiang Xu pushed a hand against his chest.
“Hot,” Jiang Xu muttered, eyes still closed, as he wrinkled the pristine pillow beneath him. “Go turn on the AC.”
After obediently turning off the air conditioner, Shen Fangyu came back and propped his head up with one hand, eyes lowered as he looked down at Jiang Xu lying on his back.
They had just finished a round of chaos in bed, and Jiang Xu’s shirt had already ridden up from his waist.
The Jiang Xu in his dream was much cuter, Shen Fangyu thought, quiet and obedient. Though he seemed a little unreal under the warm yellow glow of the lamp, he was still incredibly pleasing to look at.
Shen Fangyu’s gaze swept over that smooth, slender waist, then trailed upward as he unfastened the last few buttons of Jiang Xu’s shirt. Since he hadn’t been out in the sun much, the skin on Jiang Xu’s chest was particularly pale, and Shen Fangyu immediately spotted a mole right in the center.
Unlike the ones before, this mole was red, like it held a drop of blood inside, glowing crimson.
Dr. Shen, with his little obsession for collecting things, stared at it for a long while, then rubbed his eyes, inexplicably flustered.
He lifted a finger and pressed the little red dot like flipping a switch—
Suddenly, a faint gasp came from above him.
A jolt of numbness shot through Shen Fangyu’s scalp.
“Damn it, stop teasing me…”
He took a deep breath, trying to sit up, but Jiang Xu, still dazed, seemed to sense something was off. Feeling inexplicably annoyed, he kicked at Shen Fangyu. “Get lost.”
But his kick missed. As Shen Fangyu dodged the attack, he instinctively grabbed Jiang Xu’s ankle.
Jiang Xu’s ankle was slender, the skin smooth, and Shen Fangyu couldn’t help but caress it for a moment longer.
Another soft, low moan escaped.
Unlike those in adult films, the man’s voice was a little hoarse, with a cool and detached tone — faint, but somehow incredibly arousing.
Shen Fangyu suddenly lowered his head, eyes darkening as he stared toward the end of those long legs.
This dream was getting way too intense.
Author’s Note:
Shen Fangyu: I swear I will explore every single mole on Jiang Xu’s body.