RLTT CH 14

Chapter 14: Shower · Abs · Yun Shaofeng’s Unfinished Words

As the faint metallic scent in the air began to dissipate, Wei Jiaxi leaned back, allowing Yun Shaofeng to sit up slowly. Picking up the discarded T-shirt from the floor, he wiped the sticky mess from his hands before turning to look at Yun Shaofeng.

Yun Shaofeng propped himself up with his hands behind him, his lower abdomen stained with a milky residue, gazing back at Wei Jiaxi.

Something stirred within Wei Jiaxi. Over the past few years, he had rarely sought pleasure with others. Even when biological needs arose, he often handled them himself. During those ten to twenty minutes of post-release clarity, Yun Shaofeng’s expressions and smiles would inevitably flood his mind. Now, with the man sitting beside him, his body carrying Wei Jiaxi’s scent, the scene felt almost surreal.

Yun Shaofeng, of course, had no idea what was going through Wei Jiaxi’s mind. He wasn’t someone who indulged excessively, and in the cold, snowy landscapes of Canada, he seldom had the mood for such things. Even on rare occasions when he took care of himself, his mind remained blank, unsure of who to think about. However, in the two weeks since meeting Wei Jiaxi, he often found himself drawn to him—not out of novelty after being single for so long, but because of an inexplicable familiarity that captivated him.

Wei Jiaxi couldn’t help but chuckle at Yun Shaofeng’s dazed look, finding it incredibly endearing. He used the T-shirt in his hand to gently wipe Yun Shaofeng’s body, said nothing, and got up to leave the living room, tossing the soiled shirt into the washing machine.

When he returned, Yun Shaofeng was still sitting on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought. His eyes flickered when he looked up at Wei Jiaxi.

Wei Jiaxi poured him a glass of warm water and placed it in his hands. “It’s quite late. Take a shower and get some rest. Want to go first?”

Yun Shaofeng held the glass in both hands, dazed for a moment before replying softly, “You go first.”

Wei Jiaxi figured he might be shaken by what had just happened and was only now processing it, so he didn’t press further. “Alright,” he said and headed to the shower.

Since it was just the two of them living here, and both were considerate and mindful, Wei Jiaxi hadn’t developed the habit of locking doors. He turned on the faucet, took half a minute to remove his pants, and waited another half-minute for the water to warm up before picking up the showerhead and rinsing himself.

In that brief minute, Yun Shaofeng, still in the living room, made a decision.

Reaching into a plastic bag from the supermarket, he rummaged through the snacks they’d bought earlier and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. With it in hand, he walked into the bathroom.

Wei Jiaxi, still holding the showerhead, turned his head in shock as Yun Shaofeng entered, looking at him as if he were an alien.

Yun Shaofeng stepped inside, pulling his pants and boxers off in one swift motion and tossing them aside. His gaze never left Wei Jiaxi. It wasn’t exactly seductive, but it was firm.

Approaching Wei Jiaxi, Yun Shaofeng took the showerhead from his hand and hung it back on the wall. Warm water cascaded over both of them as he slowly knelt down, his face level with Wei Jiaxi’s lower body.

“Wait! Stop!” Wei Jiaxi yelped, backing up in panic and almost slipping, only to be caught by Yun Shaofeng’s quick reflexes. Wei Jiaxi then hauled Yun Shaofeng, who was kneeling on the cold, wet floor, to his feet. “Shaofeng, what… what are you trying to do?”

Yun Shaofeng wiped the water from his face and said calmly, “I already prepared myself to go all the way. Don’t you want to?”

Wei Jiaxi couldn’t believe his ears. He scrutinized Yun Shaofeng, noticing his flushed skin and slightly unsteady gaze, though he didn’t seem completely out of his senses. Turning off the water, Wei Jiaxi wrapped Yun Shaofeng in a large towel before asking, “Shaofeng, do you even know what you’re doing?”

Yun Shaofeng nodded. “I know. I want to sleep with you.”

“You’re not… You wouldn’t do this with every new friend you meet, would you?” Wei Jiaxi’s expression twisted in discomfort as he struggled to find the right words. “I really don’t think… I don’t think you’re that kind of person.”

“I’m not.” Yun Shaofeng could tell Wei Jiaxi didn’t genuinely think that about him and wasn’t offended. “I just want to be with you…”

Wei Jiaxi felt a surge of happiness at those words but remained puzzled. “Why?”

“Because… I don’t know…” Yun Shaofeng hesitated, as if confused himself. “These past six years, I’ve lived aimlessly, unsure of my purpose. I didn’t study much, haven’t contributed anything meaningful to society, and have no family or friends. Sometimes I even wonder if I truly exist. But after returning to the Special Zone, I realized I do have some worth—at least I can help you uphold justice. You’ve stayed by my side every day, reminding me that I’m important. And after what happened today, I feel like I want to help you, too…”

“Helping me means…” Wei Jiaxi found Yun Shaofeng adorably naive and couldn’t help but smile. “Sleeping with me?”

“Mm.” Yun Shaofeng awkwardly tugged at the corner of the towel, nodding slightly.

Wei Jiaxi raised an eyebrow. “Shaofeng, I think you’re drunk. How much did you drink earlier? Two cans, right?”

“I’m not drunk,” Yun Shaofeng said, his gaze steady and calm.

The steam in the bathroom began to dissipate, leaving streaks of condensation trailing down the tiled walls. The narrow space was filled with a damp yet warm atmosphere.

Yun Shaofeng swallowed hard, looking at Wei Jiaxi. “I think… I might be—”

Before he could finish, Wei Jiaxi pushed him against the wet tiles, pinning him in place and sealing his lips in a deep, heated kiss.

Wei Jiaxi knew exactly what Yun Shaofeng had left unsaid. He didn’t want Shaofeng to finish that sentence—not yet. At least for now, he wasn’t ready to hear it.

It was too heavy.

Perhaps it was better to simply accompany Shaofeng and make love to the end.

If the kiss they shared earlier on the couch was akin to a raging storm, the kiss now was undoubtedly a tsunami.

Wei Jiaxi wrapped one arm tightly around Yun Shaofeng’s waist, holding him securely in his embrace. His upper body leaned over, pressing Shaofeng against the tiled wall, the towel between them barely offering a buffer. The heat of their passionate kiss caused Shaofeng’s body to tremble slightly, absorbing the droplets of water from the tiles. In the next moment, the half-wet towel was tugged off and tossed to the floor by Wei Jiaxi.

Yun Shaofeng quickly recovered from the small shock of being kissed and reached up to cling to Wei Jiaxi’s back, shy but passionate in his response. He caught Wei Jiaxi’s warm lips and lightly sucked on them, allowing Jiaxi to dominate and tease his tongue in return. When Jiaxi’s hand traveled from Shaofeng’s waist to his rear, kneading firmly, Shaofeng instinctively lifted a leg to hook around Jiaxi’s waist. All the while, he still clutched the bottle of lubricant in his hand.

Wei Jiaxi’s palm moved from Shaofeng’s waist to the thigh hooked around his hip, stroking back and forth. Shaofeng’s physique wasn’t slender or delicate—his thighs were firm, muscular, and elastic, giving Jiaxi an excellent tactile sensation. Using his other hand, Jiaxi delivered a playful smack to Shaofeng’s rear. The crisp sound of the slap reverberated in the acoustically lively bathroom, making it all the more blush-inducing.

Shaofeng was already breathless from the kiss, but Jiaxi showed no intention of sparing his slightly swollen lips. He continued to kiss him fiercely, almost vindictively, sucking and biting. At the same time, his hand gripped Shaofeng’s backside harder, kneading until faint red marks appeared.

The friction of their abdomens rubbing together rekindled their arousal. Though they had just climaxed earlier, their youthful vitality soon brought their “little brothers” back to full attention, pressed tightly together.

Wei Jiaxi’s finger slid between Shaofeng’s buttocks, his knuckle lightly grazing against the entrance. He didn’t rush to push in but gently pressed around the tense muscles, carefully observing Shaofeng’s reaction. He was prepared to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort.

Shaofeng furrowed his brows lightly but didn’t protest. Instead, he handed the bottle of lubricant to Jiaxi.

It was only then that Wei Jiaxi noticed what Shaofeng had been holding all along. He glanced at the bottle and suddenly asked, “When did you hide this at home?”

Shaofeng, their foreheads pressed together, chuckled softly. “I bought it earlier at the supermarket.”

“I was with you when we checked out. How did I not notice?” Wei Jiaxi tried to recall the scene at the store, astonished by Shaofeng’s stealth. It seemed his hidden skills were too good to waste on anything less than espionage. “So you planned to seduce me all along?”

Shaofeng didn’t respond. Instead, his palm rested on Jiaxi’s firm abs, tracing the defined lines with a light touch. When he felt Jiaxi tremble, he smirked faintly.

That faint smile made Wei Jiaxi’s head spin and his lower half throb even harder than before. But this was Yun Shaofeng—his treasure—and their first time in six years. He didn’t want it to happen in the bathroom. Supporting Shaofeng’s buttocks firmly with his hands, Jiaxi lifted him up.

Shaofeng obediently wrapped his arms around Jiaxi’s neck and clung to him as Jiaxi carried him back to the bedroom.

Wei Jiaxi laid him gently on the bed, lifting one of Shaofeng’s long legs to rest on his shoulder. He squeezed some lubricant onto his palm, coating his fingers before pressing them against Shaofeng’s entrance.

“Ah…” Shaofeng tensed slightly at the sensation. He wasn’t sure how much experience he had before his amnesia, but for the past six years, that place had been untouched—even by himself. The intrusion of just one finger took him by surprise with its discomfort.

“Relax, Shaofeng. Take it easy,” Wei Jiaxi reassured him, sensing his tension. He softly massaged the inside of Shaofeng’s thigh with his free hand while keeping his finger still inside.

Shaofeng followed his lead, taking deep breaths as he adjusted to the feeling. The slow, gentle motions of Jiaxi’s finger exploring inside him gradually eased the tension, carefully opening up his most private place.

Jiaxi’s fingers weren’t as slender as Shaofeng’s. After years of police training, they were more pronounced at the joints and not exactly smooth. Thanks to the lubricant, the process wasn’t overly difficult, but the roughness of Jiaxi’s fingers, combined with his deliberate, slow movements, left Shaofeng’s sensitive entrance tingling, a mix of stinging pain and itchiness.

Shaofeng lay on his back, one leg bent on the mattress while the other remained draped over Jiaxi’s shoulder. Looking down, he caught sight of Jiaxi—naked, kneeling between his legs, his thick member standing erect while his hand worked gently between Shaofeng’s thighs. The sight alone made Shaofeng’s heart race.

“Can we… start?” Shaofeng murmured, tilting his head back to avoid Jiaxi’s gaze and raising an arm to cover his flushed face.

“Hmm? I’m worried it might hurt later…” Jiaxi admitted, unaware of how much Shaofeng was struggling with the view from his perspective. Finding Shaofeng’s shyness utterly endearing, Jiaxi added another finger. He squeezed out more lubricant and worked his fingers slowly, creating slick, lewd sounds.

“Ah!” Shaofeng let out a small cry.

Jiaxi stopped immediately, concerned he’d been too rough. “Did it hurt?” he asked gently.

Shaofeng, still covering his face, shook his head, his chest heaving. The embarrassment of the sounds, rather than pain, had gotten to him. After a moment, his face still red, he managed to reply, “No, it’s fine.”

Relieved, Jiaxi continued to work his fingers deeper, twisting and stretching gently to create more space. He carefully observed Shaofeng’s every reaction, marveling at his beauty.

“You’re so tight, Shaofeng,” Jiaxi muttered, his voice hoarse with restraint. “Relax a bit more, or it’ll hurt later.”

Shaofeng nodded lightly, breathing deeply as he adjusted. The sensation of Jiaxi’s fingers inside him became more pronounced—like a gun being cleaned, polished, and loaded with the utmost care.

“Jiaxi…” Shaofeng’s voice called softly.

“I’m here,” Jiaxi responded. His fingers moved faster now, matching the rhythm of his other hand, which was stroking Shaofeng’s half-hardened member.

“No—I… I’m going to…” Shaofeng’s voice broke off with a gasp. Before he could stop himself, his body tensed, and he came suddenly, trembling from head to toe.

Wei Jiaxi’s fingers were still buried deep inside him, but Shaofeng’s hand reached out to grip his arm tightly, their fingers intertwining as they both caught their breath.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a complete release—there was still more to come.

To be continued…

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