In just half an hour, Lin repented of his sin and developed a viable
love philosophy, which stated that touching yourself is bad if someone
who loves you is around.
"I almost died waiting for you," Lin whispered, alternating words and kisses, "I drew more than twenty portraits of you and passed out from exhaustion."
There was genuine surprise on Jiang Wei's face. He hadn't expected Lin to be able to miss him so much and it made him feel very warm inside.
"Mom brought me your blanket, and I was like a lunatic inhaling its scent, holding your scent. She also found a watch. That night I finally rested and recovered. Forgive me for wearing your watch, now I can give it to you because you are near."
The fiery speech made Lin short of breath, and he began to gulp for air with his mouth.
Jiang Wei picked him up and carried him into the covered arbor. He sat down on a bench and sat Lin on top of him in the most shameless pose. Lin immediately embraced him and kissed him.
These sincere displays of affection made Jiang Wei feel dizzy. He suddenly wanted to give a damn about the company, his old man, and his feud with Lu Fei.
His fantasies pictured him a house on the ocean and the passionate intertwining of his and Lin's bodies. In the meantime, he could kiss the man he loved without holding back.
Their mutual touch grew hotter and hotter. Both felt ready to move on, but this was not the time or place. With an effort to break away from each other, they tried to regain their breath.
"When..." breathing heavily, Lin whispered, "will this race with death end and we can just enjoy life?" It was more of a rhetorical question, and both understood it.
"I feel like a scumbag." Jiang Wei replied, "I have gotten you into many dangerous situations, though most of all I just want to love you."
The man buried his face in the hollow above his collarbone.
Lin was still shuddering and droplets of sweat ran down his neck. He dipped his fingers into Wei's hair and kissed his forehead. It was a silent promise that when this was over, they would be together.
Lin walked into the room and undid his watchband. On the inside of his wrist was embossed the name of the man he loved. He would definitely show it to him, but he needed a more appropriate moment. After a long shower Lin went to bed.
After Wei left him now, the intense excitement went nowhere. Lin had to take care of it while he was in the shower. But his heart felt nasty.
He knew the difference between doing it himself and achieving pleasure with Wei. Right now he didn't feel joy, but instead was unpleasantly devastated.
Frowning at such thoughts, Lin suddenly blushed. He wondered if Jiang Wei was helping himself. Quickly chasing those thoughts away, he nevertheless felt a pang of jealousy. Lin gradually understood himself, his desires and his fears. Meanwhile, Jiang stepped under the stream of icy water.
He did not want to touch his hot body down and was determined that he should share the sweetness and heat only with Lin. He stood in the artificial rain and could not come to his senses.
The cold jets were unpleasantly prickly and even scratched his heated skin, but no relief came.
Jiang rested against the wall in front of him and lowered his head. Every single thought in his brain seemed to have frozen already, but it was still hot and restless below. Wei opened his eyes and looked down.
He saw a thin white hand resting on top of his hardened organ and sighed in amazement.
***
Lin couldn't sleep. As he thought about what he had just done in the shower and the state he had left Wei in, anxiety and doubt crept into his soul like hordes of ants. He sat up abruptly on the bunk, throwing back the blanket.
His red eyes were stinging and his temples were throbbing, so he pressed them with his hands and massaged them a little.
Then he looked down at his hands. Those hands couldn't satisfy his desire, it felt lonely and empty inside, and though the obsession was gone, something seemed to be missing.
"Maybe if Wei had touched me," Lin thought shamefully, "the feeling would have been different."
He clenched his hand into a fist and remembered that Wei's hand seemed bigger and his fingers were longer. He's all bigger, especially down there. Lin had noticed this, of course, when he sat on top of him, and this discovery made his breath hitch even then.
Lin turned around on the bed and wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his tired head on top.
"Why aren't we sleeping together? Why is he now in who knows where and in what condition and I'm here like a useless cog spinning by myself?"
Because there was a screen stretched around his bed, he could not see Jiang peeking into his room.
The man thought Lin was already asleep, so he went to his shower room. The smell of Lyn's recent visit had not yet had time to disperse because of the copious foam he had left here, carefully washing away his shame after masturbating. Jiang inhaled this citrusy scent for a while and turned on the cold shower.
The water murmured, and Lin lifted his head, directing his gaze to the tub.
"А? Is that Wei?"
He stared questioningly at the same point. The water kept pouring in and out, and Lin thought about how nice it was to not have to pay the bills and something else flashed through his mind like a flash.
His eyes narrowed a sour taste in his chest again.
"What if right now he..."
Lin didn't let himself finish his thought and jumped out of bed. Silently making his way to the bathroom, he slowly opened the door and, seeing that he was not being noticed, went in. Around the corner stood a tall, muscular man.
Jiang Wei took the time to exercise, and he didn't like the usual freezing out in the gym, but something more active, like boxing, swimming, horseback riding, rowing, etc.
Because of such exertion he had a very slender and harmonious physique without hypertrophy of muscles.
At first glance it looked like he was a dancer or a track and field athlete. Lin looked unashamedly at his handsome back, narrow waist, strong lower back, and legs: chiseled as if they were made of stone. The boss should definitely pose for the sculptors.
Continuing to peek, Lin suddenly sensed an oddity. Although the man was standing under the shower, there was no steam. On the contrary, there reeked of cold. Lin frowned, and then suddenly saw it!
"Ah!" rushed through his head. Wei's immodest organ continued to salute and the man rested his hands against the wall in despair.
"He's... what, standing under an icy shower?" guessed Lin, "Because of... this?!"
Come to think of it, he thought he'd heard it done that way sometimes, but it was eerily unpleasant. Why torture him like that?
The next minute the boss looked down in indecision. If he touched himself now, Lin would take it as a personal affront.
In just half an hour, Lin repented of his sin and developed a viable love philosophy, which stated that touching yourself is bad if someone who loves you is around.
So he took a few steps forward and asserted his rights to Wei's rebellious flesh. He hadn't expected such a turn and it was as if he expected it at the same time, what mixed feelings? The Dam had long since burst, and it was necessary to either swim or sink, but not to stand as a pole.
"Let me?" asked Lin simply and directly looking him in the eye.
He chose to swim with the current. Wei turned off the shower and froze. He drew Lin to him and began to kiss him. Lin leaned forward and let the man skirt his mouth, making obscene noises. It seemed like Jiang was savoring delicious ice cream.
Without losing his head, Lin straddled his cock and squeezed lightly. A shiver went through Wei's body. He rested his back against the wall and moved down slightly.
Lin made the decision to give the man a pleasant memory of this time. With his other hand, he gently cupped his scrotum, fumbled for the hard fruits, squeezed and lightly massaged it.
Wei let out a low, animalistic growl, tilting his head in a bright flash of delight.
"Beautiful!" Lin carefully monitored the man's reaction as if he were a self-learning artificial intelligence. He picked up the right rhythm and soon the man in his hands began to melt like wax, remaining very hot and hard. He inhaled convulsively, moaned and made growling noises.
Lin was very close to his chest, so he was able to intuitively graze the seductive bead to his right. Jiang gasped and opened his eyes wide. The mind was leaving his engulfed body in flames, his heart leaping out of his chest.
The man's hands went first to Lin's shoulders, then down to his waist belt.
Lin didn't realize when the robe opened and a curious Lin Jr. appeared in the light. He didn't notice that he himself was ready for an adventure when he hadn't yet brought his partner to a denouement. He looked down and, mentally scolding the upstart a little, continued on the offensive.
Suddenly he felt Wei's hand creep up on him from the rear. At first the man stroked and occasionally squeezed his buttocks. Lin, getting his share of caresses, smiled, but suddenly he felt the man's fingers just "there" and his back stiffened with fear.
Jiang picked the young man up under both legs, forcing him shamelessly around his thighs, and carried him out of the bathroom. He sat down on the bed with Lin. Their positioning relative to each other was almost the same as in the gazebo; except that they were both naked (Lin's unzipped robe didn't count).
Lin sat unmoving for a while, trying to understand the man's intention, and so he hovered in uncertainty.
"Go on," whispered Jiang, and, leaning over, he bit his earlobe.
Hot breath raked his neck, and he shuddered. The man's body was icy and hot at the same time. The contrast was exhilarating and arousing.
To his embarrassment, Lin felt that, despite his recent outpourings, he was ready for adventure again, and it disrupted his altruistic plans to simply take care of Wei.
"Now who's going to take care of me?"
In a split second, Lin fell into confusion. As he continued massaging and stroking, he was no longer so sure of himself, and the full range of his feelings could easily be read on his face.
Jiang was enjoying the view. No, seriously, just now he was puzzling over how to get rid of his wild boner and even considered breaking their arrangement and pouncing on the guy right in the middle of his nap.
But he came and took the initiative himself, tried so hard, and now all that micro emotion on his face seemed insanely adorable.
Jiang wasn't going to let Lin lead in their duet, but as foreplay, why not. Still admiring the embarrassment on Lin's ruddy face, he too realized that there were no barriers between them, and the dam burst.
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