Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

The bedsheets were very wrinkled, stained with his drool, tears, semen, and sexual fluids. Qiu Huaijun thought it was unfair: he was dirty all over, but He Qingchuan was still dressed neatly. Aside from the pair of glasses and school jacket thrown to the side, he was unchanged. All of his clothes were in perfect order.

“Ge, let me go…” Qiu Huaijun shut his eyes, thick eyelashes trembling. “I really can’t…”

“Why can’t you?” He Qingchuan lifted him up. Qiu Huaijun was too lazy to struggle anymore, obediently sitting on his legs and looping his arms around his neck. He said in a muffled voice, “I really can’t, I really can’t take it. If you punish me like this for an entire night, then I might as well not go to school tomorrow…”

“But I haven’t came yet,” sighed He Qingchuan. His voice was beautiful. “You’ve come so many times. Equal exchange, right?”

Fuck your equal exchange.

Qiu Huaijun didn’t even remember how many times he’d come. Three times, or was it four? If it really was an equal exchange, Qiu Huaijun thought he’d really have to die. He was a little anxious as he lowered his voice and begged for mercy. “Ge, ge, there’s nothing wrong with equal exchange, but it has to be sustainable too! I’m begging you, just bear with it…” Qiu Huaijun hadn’t realized that he was acting spoiled. Only out of desperation did his voice carry the eagerness to please.

To He Qingchuan, this was an amazing experience. They’d known each other for so many years; he’d seen Qiu Huaijun cry, laugh coldly, become vicious, but this was the first time he’d seen Qiu Huaijun acting spoiled to him.

“Close your legs tight.” He Qingchuan pushed him onto the bed. Qiu Huaijun sank into a soft mass, his body enshrouded underneath his shadow. The light smell of sweat and the hot temperature surrounded him. He heard him say, “Let me fuck your legs.”

Qiu Huaijun was a little confused— why could He Qingchuan always talk about sex so seriously, as serious as giving a lecture?

He closed his legs. A hot cock pressed between his asscheeks, the juice between his legs acting as lube.

The veins sticking out on the cock throbbed as pubic hair scraped across the pale top of his thighs; immediately after, it pushed past his sensitive clit, beginning to thrust in and out.

He heard He Qingchuan breathing heavily beside his ear. His heart sped up. He turned his face to avoid his eyes, his breathing unsteady as he asked, “Ge, when did you buy that thing…”

“I had the front desk buy it and send it up.” He Qingchuan grabbed his waist tightly. He was only fucking his legs, but he still made Qiu Huaijun feel pleasure. He opened his mouth wide to suck in air, his voice stifled as he swore at him ineffectively. “Are you mentally ill… having the front desk buy this. Now you’ve done it, they probably think we’re perverts.”

He Qingchuan tilted his crotch up as he thrusted, the sweat on his forehead glittering underneath the lights. The gasps were especially distinct in the room. “Aren’t we perverts to begin with? You and I, one hundred percent—” The last two words he left by Qiu Huaijun’s ear, his breath hot. “Bad people.”

That face of He Qingchuan’s really was quite good-looking. It had a clean and handsome youth; it was only that he didn’t smile much.

With a face like this, he committed the most filthy acts.

Qiu Huaijun urged him to come faster, but to his mortification, he became wetter, his face flushed red.

This farce went on into the early hours of the morning before ending.

He Qingchuan fucked his legs as he held his breasts in his mouth, biting at his nipples. Overflowing desire made Qiu Huaijun develop a sort of illusion, as if He Qingchuan had already pierced into him deeply, fucking him into a dizzying climax. His cock pressed his hole open a few times, yet slid by. After thrusting a few dozen times, hot come sprayed on Qiu Huaijun’s white stomach, some splattering onto his dark red nipples.

Too exhausting. Qiu Huaijun allowed He Qingchuan to pick him up horizontally, washing him in the white-misted bathroom.

Qiu Huaijun fell asleep then, still grumbling before he slept.

“Was that thing clean or not…”

“It was disinfected, I used rubbing alcohol to wash it.” He Qingchuan was helpless. “Why are you worried about this?”

He then said: “What do I wear tomorrow? I need to go to school, or else I’ll be docked decency points. But you aren’t worried…” The volume behind his words became smaller and smaller. He Qingchuan laughed, wrapping him up like a chrysalis after he finished washing— he didn’t mean to wrap him up like a chrysalis originally. His grades were good, and he was talented at sex too, yet he found it difficult to put on a bathrobe for someone. He thought for a while, but in the end he could only wrap him up into this ugly look.

A single person bed was far too narrow for two growing youths, but thankfully Qiu Huaijun was docile when he slept. He Qingchuan left only a yellow lamplight on. His phone vibrated. He paused, then picked it up.

On his screen showed thirteen missed calls, all from He Wang.

He Qingchuan called back. It barely rang a few times before He Wang picked up and said angrily, “Where did you and him go?”

“Actually, there’s something you said right,” replied He Qingchuan, avoiding the question. He leaned on the soft pillow, looking at Qiu Huaijun as his other hand softly traced the outline of his cheek. “He really does have a red sort of beautiful—like corals, burning in the water.”

He hung up, all background noises disappearing. He threw his phone onto the bedside table.

He Qingchuan chewed on those rotten words, then suddenly laughed. He got closer to Qiu Huaijun, his shadow enveloping the dim yellow light. He pressed on Qiu Huaijun’s lips; it was an exceedingly soft kiss.

“If I kissed you when you were awake,” he said to himself, as if truly considering the matter, “would you avoid me?”

Qiu Huaijun was unaware in his dream, even squeezing closer into his arms. He made an annoyed sound, his leg resting on his calf and revealing a pink rubber string between his legs.

He mumbled in his sleep, but He Qingchuan couldn’t hear clearly. Qiu Huaijun refused to say it again in his sleep, but he said, “Gege.”

There was an old saying that went—what you thought about in the day you would dream of at night.

This saying was true.

Qiu Huaijun dreamt of He Qingchuan. He stood from the position of God, suspended and looking down from above the trees.

He watched himself cry beside the swimming pool; this scene was unusually familiar.

He Qingchuan walked over and picked up the him that had cried himself to sleep, saying under his breath, “Annoying.”

He also dreamed: in that weather so scorching it could bake orange peels dry, he and He Qingchuan fell into the swimming pool together, bubbles surging. The temperature of the blue water rose. He was suffocating inside the water, fluid rushing into his nose and smothering his breath, yet he still kissed him for a long time and stubbornly insisted on making love.

It was only when he woke up that he learned, Qiu Huaijun was smothered awake at six AM. He hadn’t drowned; it was the blankets that kidnapped him, tightly entangling him. This could crowd a person to death in the summer.

He disentangled the blankets. When he got off the bed, the strange feeling in his hole made him belatedly think of the bullet vibrators. His movements immediately became smaller.

There was a new pair of underwear by the bed, probably bought by He Qingchuan. Qiu Huaijun put on that pair of briefs and saw the pink string between his legs. He cursed inside his heart.

When he called Fan Yang, Fan Yang was still asleep. “No, Qiu Huaijun, what are you doing so early…I’m so sleepy!”

“You’ve got an extra uniform at home, right, bring a set to school,” said Qiu Huaijun as he put on his shoes. “Don’t ask why, I just need it urgently, thanks. Stop sleeping! Class is about to start.”

On the other side of the phone, Fan Yang almost cursed him to death. Qiu Huaijun said “thanks” a few times again, then hung up the phone.

He Qingchuan woke up earlier than him, so he was washing up in the restroom. Qiu Huaijun felt that this work and rest schedule of third-years was novel. It was partially light outside; he pushed open the frosted glass window to wash up, lowering his head to open up the one-time use toothbrush pack. “Did I take your blanket last night?”

He Qingchuan took a towel from the side to wipe the water on his chin. He seemed to dislike the towels in the hotel, his eyebrows scrunched slightly. “As a big brother, I shouldn’t fight for my younger brother’s blanket.”

Now he’s talking about brotherhood, what about brotherhood when he was messing with him in bed? The toothbrush in the hotel had hard bristles, making his gums hurt when he brushed. Qiu Huaijun brushed his teeth sloppily and spit out a mouthful of foam. “Then, my blood brother, when are you going to take that thing out for me.”

“When it runs out of battery is when I’ll take it out.” He Qingchuan put the towel back. “I just don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“I need to go to classes today!” Qiu Huaijun turned his head to look at him in disbelief. “He Qingchuan! This isn’t a game, if I’m found out it’s over.”

He Qingchuan walked out of the restroom. “Then be more careful and don’t make sounds.”

The vibrator inside his hole suddenly began to vibrate, causing Qiu Huaijun, who was still washing his face, to grunt—compared to last night, this vibration frequency was much better. At least he could still bear it.

Even so, as cold water splashed onto his face, Qiu Huaijun still felt the trembling in his fingers. He gasped a few times, biting his lips tightly.

His hole clenched tight around the vibrator, making him feel the distinct grains on the surface.

Qiu Huaijun tried hard to maintain a normal appearance in front of He Qingchuan. He picked up his school jacket. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard He Qingchuan say, “Where are you going tonight?”

“Go…” Qiu Huaijun took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Going back.

“Where can I go? As long as I’m still his son…I can’t leave. That’s just how it is.”

Qiu Huaijun made his lips curve up, but there wasn’t much of a smile in his eyes.

At least his school jacket wasn’t dirty. He put on the jacket, but after just a few steps Qiu Huaijun turned back to look at him, his eyes red. “Even if this question is stupid, I still…I still want to ask, why did you bring me here? It isn’t just to sleep with me, right?”

“On hating He Hairan, at least we’re in agreement.”

He Qingchuan had seen He Hairan bring back different women. They were either in his car or in his bed. His weak and tolerant mother never said a word. He Qingchuan didn’t have much feeling for such an amorous and unfaithful father.

He watched Qiu Huaijun’s reddening complexion and slowed the speed of his voice, meticulously enjoying watching him get tortured by lust.

“Don’t you think that having an affair with his youngest son behind his back is something worth trying, something both exciting and immoral?”

Author's note

Actually da-ge is still very softhearted (.

Continue to watch er-ge act in the next chapter -P