Constant Gaze

If he had to interpret it literally, Wu Shijiu would think that the meaning of “being carried away by impulse” was that of a moment of blood rushing to the head which came and went quickly like the tide, an urge that was only maintained while the waves rushed ashore, but dispersed soon after, retreating until it disappeared.

However, during the process of eating dinner and returning home, which was almost three hours, he couldn’t stay focused on what he was doing. There was an idea spiralling inside his mind which he urgently needed to achieve, but which was hard to accomplish. At first he naively thought he just had to wait for the “tide” to pass, then a new urge would replace it, but, evidently, he had been wrong.

As a result, he decided to look for an opportunity. He thought about it over and over again, on the condition that the request was not too much and that he was allowed to do it, he wanted to try.

He was very serious as he asked Xu Xing, “Uncle, can I kiss you?”

Xu Xing had just gotten out of the bath, his black hair was soaked and he hadn’t had time to fully button up his pyjamas before he had just been intercepted by Wu Shijiu at the door of the bathroom on the first floor.

He didn’t seem to be particularly surprised about this, he even made time to turn on the fan and wipe his hair with a towel a few times before speaking, “Do you mean what I think you mean?”

At that moment, the boy’s face didn’t seem to contain any traces of joking intent, he was so serious he couldn’t even elaborate, “Yes.”

“Why do you want to do that?”

“I don’t know.” Wu Shijiu shrugged, “I just know I ‘want’ to do it, I’ve been thinking about it all evening.”

So, did Xu Xing feel like this wasn’t something work making a fuss over? It was probably because the atmosphere had been too casual when he brought it up, it was just like when he asked things like “Can I watch a movie?”, “Can I eat a doughnut?”, or “Can I use your hairdryer?”, the answer was always affirmative: Of course, you can do whatever you want, I’m not going to get upset.

Therefore, he nodded, “Sure. Do you need me to do anything? Need help with a technique?”

“Technique? I don’t have any techniques, I don’t have any idea, I’ve never kissed someone before.”

The young man was so brazen and full of impetus that Xu Xing could only lean back against the door frame, suitably hold him by the waist so their posture could be a little nicer and more comfortable, and lower his head slightly as he allowed the other party’s lips to lightly come in contact with his own.

Sure enough, there was no technique or idea.

“Wow.”

The brief touch ended there, and the boy’s eyes shone, “Uncle, your lips are so soft.”

“Did you think they’d be hard?” Xu Xing laughed helplessly, “You’re sweet.”

“Huh?” Wu Shijiu was surprised, but quickly arrived at a conclusion, “Oh, right, I didn’t brush my teeth!”

“……”

He quickly left in search of his toothbrush and a cup, noisily clanging about the sink.

“Don’t go to sleep, I’m going to brush my teeth so there’s no taste!”

Xu Xing really complied and waited for him outside the door, silent but tolerant enough, their gazes meeting through the mirror. He leaned over and rinsed his mouth, and Xu Xing also shifted his gaze — his expression unbelievably gentle.

“Okay.”

He rinsed his mouth three times and used a towel to rub his lips until they were red, then went to kiss Xu Xing a second time. He didn’t forget to close his eyes this time, and his heels rose from the floor a little, having had more preparation than before. The man still supported him with his hands, giving him a place for his flailing hands to rest on, prolonging the length of this somewhat immature kiss a little, and he finally heard the “sound” he thought should be there, the sweet, small movements only a kiss could make.

He opened his eyes a bit, his forehead was pressed against Xu Xing’s, and he let out a hot breath as he laughed, “Feels nice.”

The man’s expression didn’t change, but his pupils seemed to get darker as he pulled back his hand and touched his face, as if restraining the apt desire to caress him, so he just used a rough finger pad to stroke the corner of his mouth.

“Still sweet.” Xu Xing said, “Still too early.”