Am I disgusting you?
At this critical moment, Shi Ling thought about how much effort he had put into not thinking of his boss. Following him like a shadow, fulfilling his every wish, was he being sincere enough?
He tried to think only of work and was glad his boss didn't see him as an object of interest. But now what?
Shi Ling lowered his eyes down and stared at the perfect hand that rested on his chest. Then he sighed noisily and looked somewhere in the distance. The palm was warm and kept him warm even through his clothes, all the more incomprehensible why a chill ran down his skin and he shuddered.
Jiang Wei's hand felt it, too, and pulled away from his chest for a moment. But the next second it rested on his neck, and the young man felt the warm, wet touch on his lips. It all happened too quickly for him to realize.
He stood in his boss's arms and trembled finely, regretting that he lost his ability to think clearly in such an awkward situation. In the darkness of the night, he could hardly see himself, much less the man beside him.
Everything seemed like a dream, and then he felt it again: he was being kissed, and he could not move in amazement. In the end, it occurred to him that although he was not the one who had been drugged, the role of the helpless victim went to him after all...
The boss led him into the house, and the door closed silently behind them. The young man was pinned against the wall. He kept trembling, not knowing where to put himself, so timid and worthless. At that very moment, Jiang Wei whispered to him:
"I don't know who you are, but I can hardly restrain myself from eating you here and now, did you get me drunk?"
The young man looked at his boss in amazement:
Jiang Wei didn't recognize him at all! He mistook Shi Ling for an attractive stranger! All the magic of the moment immediately disappeared.
He woke up from the stupefying kisses and tried to free himself. Jiang Wei also seemed to come to his senses and slowly let him out, staying in the same place.
Shi Ling walked to the back of the room and poured himself some water. After draining the glass with a volley, he gradually thought about the situation. The boss was home, fine, so his work was done, and he could get out.
To do this, he must get past the tiger who was guarding the door. It's not hard, is it? But having attempted to leave, Shi Ling was grabbed again. The boss held his hand, and Jiang Wei's head lowered as if he was ashamed.
"Can you stay?" he asked.
Shi Ling knew he had no business being here, it seemed so obvious, but for some reason, Jiang Wei acted like a lost child and wouldn't let go of his hand.
"What, after all, has he been drugged with and when will it go away?" - Shi Ling asked himself. In response, he tried to move his boss's hand away, but he squeezed his forearm harder.
"Well, for God's sake!" mentally pleaded Shi Ling, "what kind of kindergarten is this?"
Sighing, he patted his boss on the back, mentally anticipating how he would yell tomorrow when he remembered everything.
"Would you like to eat? I'll cook your favorite food," he offered Jiang Wei.
The latter was glad the young man wasn't leaving and nodded happily.
Shi Ling was released. Taking off his jacket and wrapping up the sleeves of his snow-white shirt, he confidently went into the kitchen and began to inspect the refrigerator. Luckily he found a chicken there.
Just what he needed! Shi Ling often cooked chicken in the sweet and sour sauce for his younger brothers and mother at home and remembered the recipe well.
But this time he kept dropping something and even cut himself a little. And it was because his boss was keeping an eye on him. It was distracting.
The puppyish look was so different from Jiang Wei's usual haughty face that Shi Ling was just shocked.
The meal was cooked leisurely, and Shi Ling busied himself with the salad. He was slowly getting used to the observer and since he wasn't much of a talker, he never thought of anything to dilute the pause with. Jiang Wei was also silent, and his silence made him feel creepy.
He might have done some wild thing before out of the blue, but Shi Ling had roughly foreseen the impending storm. And now someone with the soul of a child was staring at him. So strange.
The secretary suddenly put aside his knife and met Jiang Wei's eyes curiously. Seeing the director's dilated pupils, Shi Ling once again thought it was some kind of club drug, as suddenly the boss moved closer and froze ten centimeters from his face. The young man startled and recoiled.
"Am I disgusting you?" the question followed.
"What? Huh? No... It's not that..." confused Ling.
Why should he even answer such a stupid question?
But as he looked at the pitying expression on his boss's face, he choked on his indignation.
"Damn!..." cursed Shi Ling, though he had always considered himself a well-mannered man. He looked away and ordered himself not to look at the boss, who knows what else he'd come up with.
The chicken and salad were ready. Jiang Wei obediently sat down to dinner. It was almost eleven o'clock at night. Shi Ling hoped that a hearty dinner would neutralize the drug and put Jiang Wei to sleep at the same time.
Then he would be free. But after dinner, the boss asked to be taken to the bathroom. It was on the second floor, of course, that in his condition Jiang Wei would not have been able to get there by himself.
The young man heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom and brought a robe. He stood in the hallway, propping himself up against the wall and looking down at his socks. He yawned, then shook his head, trying to dispel the drowsiness.
The sound of water died away. Ling turned his head toward the bathroom and listened. Finally, the door opened, and Jiang Wei came out slightly pink from the warm water.
"You can stay the night on the couch downstairs. I am very grateful for your help. But I'm afraid I haven't recovered yet and who knows when the drug will come out, so I'd rather have someone sleep in the house. Are you agree?"
It seemed like a question, but there was no way to answer "no." Shi Ling nodded silently and went to the bathroom as well. Releasing his clothes and putting his face under the warm water, it was as if he washed away the anxieties and worries of the day before.
After the shower, Shi Ling went downstairs and made his bed on the sofa. He had slept here before when he left early in the morning on a business trip with his boss.
The house was quiet in a peaceful way. Jiang Wei hated noisy appliances, so the clock did not tick, the faucet did not drip, and the refrigerator was also silent.
Shi Ling yawned sweetly and fell asleep. He had a strange dream. He was hugging his boss, and plum blossom petals were falling from the sky.
The whole sweet setting was suspiciously reminiscent of the plot of a cheap drama. It was absurd until the moment when Shi Ling realized that this was not a dream.
The petals that tickled his face and neck were not flowers, but real kisses. They were so weightless and delicate that Shi Ling's deluded brain mistook them for plum petals in a dream.
After all, it can happen that an alarm clock rings, but the brain puts it inside a dream to make it appear that one is up and about to go to work while continuing to sleep sweetly onward.
The same thing happened in Shi Ling's dream: while he was sleeping, Jiang Wei, still under the influence of the drug, came to him and climbed under the covers.
At first, he told himself that he was just afraid to sleep alone. But soon the measured breathing of the young man lying next to him convinced Jiang Wei that it was just that he would not be able to sleep. The boss turned on his side and looked at his profile.
He suddenly wondered what it would feel like to kiss a sleeping man. Gently approaching, he lightly touched his lips to Shi Ling's cheek. Feeling the light citrus scent, he was surprised by his sensations.
Shi Ling's lips were dangerously close, and Jiang Wei tasted them. Suddenly he realized that this was exactly the feeling he was missing today. Next, he decided to explore the neck. And so it happened that he penetrated Shi Ling's sleep.
The young man woke up with a strong heartbeat, barely distinguishing reality from sleep, and was surprised to find his boss in his bed. Seeing that the young man opened his eyes, Jiang Wei could no longer hold back and fell on his lips, almost eating him.
The dazed Shi Ling promised himself that he would now muster up the courage to push Jiang Wei away, but instead of acting decisively, he lost his head.
Seeing that the victim offered no resistance, Jiang Wei stepped up his attack and engaged his hands. Gently touching Shi Ling's neck and collarbones, he simultaneously deepened the kiss.
The young man thanked heaven that at this very time he was already lying down instead of standing up because the world around him began to spin and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
His inadequate reaction made him angry and perplexed. He never thought about his orientation.
As the oldest son, he expected a lot from himself. He was always busy studying or working, so he never dated a girl.
And when he found adult magazines in his little brothers' room, he ironically hid them back. He never had any, it seemed childish to him.
Now, when he was persistently seduced by a man, Shi Ling wondered for the first time if he understood himself.
Almost losing his mind, with his heart beating frantically, the young man did not know what to do. Should he keep pretending to be a log, or should he be dead?
And if he responded a little to the touch, what then? Would he brand himself forever with the infamous nickname "gay"? Does it matter to him? What would his brothers and mother say?
Oh, it's almost blasphemous to think of relatives at a time like this...
"Hey," the boss's voice brought Ling back to reality, "what are you thinking about anyway? It's distracting, stop it," he finished in a whisper as he continued to kiss his collarbones.
Ling closed his eyes and timidly reached out and buried his hand in Jiang Wei's hair.
"I must be out of my mind," Shi Ling concluded, and with his other hand, he put his arm around the man's waist.
He could feel the muscles rolling over under the fabric and it made him nervous for some reason.
"So sweet," Jiang Wei whispered, entering his taste.
He hadn't been with anyone in a very long time, and now he was ready to explode. He gently undid the buttons on Shi Ling's pajamas, and the blood boiled in his head.
He pressed his lips to the tender bump on his chest, and he forgot about everything else, not even noticing that his partner was also losing himself in the maelstrom of pleasure.