Together

Wei was almost frightened out of his wits when Ling lost consciousness in front of him. His oxygen ran out before Wei could get him out of the cell. Ling was pale and exhausted. Wei roared and began shaking him. Then he gave him a heart massage and CPR. In the end, he slapped him, but when Ling regained consciousness, Wei felt not only relieved but also terribly guilty. On the young man's cheek flaunted a bright red mark.

Wei mentally cursed and turned his gaze forward, where Ling was running away from the wave. Involuntarily, the crease between his eyebrows smoothed out and it felt a little easier.

Ling saw Wei and waved both hands at him. The man nodded and got off the hood. He opened the trunk and found what he was looking for.

Taking a blanket and a paper bag of food, he went to Ling. Spreading out the blanket; he began laying out the uncomplicated snacks. Wei had made sure to buy them something to eat beforehand since they had been starving for almost twenty-four hours.

Ling became interested in what was happening on the shore and approached Wei with a quick step.

"Food?" He rubbed his hands cheerfully and flopped down on the blanket.

His hair was disheveled and wet from the splashing water. He twisted his pants up so they wouldn't get wet, so Wei could admire his handsome knees and ankles.

He did all this surreptitiously because he was afraid to meet Ling's gaze.

Meanwhile, the young man went through snacks and quickly made ham and cheese sandwiches. After his snack, Ling put the leftovers away and stretched out on the blanket; the sun had already risen and was warming his skin pleasantly.

Wei was getting more and tenser with his anxious thoughts. He seemed to see that Ling wasn't sulking and was even quite healthy, maybe it was okay then? Ling turned his head and looked at Wei. He seemed to be tormented by inner doubts. Ling didn't want to wait any longer and asked directly:

"Wei, how is your father? Is he all right?"

"Um... Yes, he made it safely to a private clinic on the coast..."

"Mmmm..." pondered Ling, "no one was hurt?"

Wei nodded his head in the negative.

"Then what's wrong with you?" asked Ling directly again, "I missed you," he added, frowning resentfully.

Jiang Wei also lowered his head guiltily and confessed:

"I am an animal, forgive me. I was so rude to you that night, and I couldn't stop myself even when you passed out. I hate myself for it, if you don't forgive me, I'll understand..."

Like a naughty tomboy, Wei grumbled something in a low voice, but Ling could no longer make out the words. What he heard was a sigh of relief. He moved closer to Wei and put his palms around his face.

"We should spend more time together," he said, "then you will know that I am by nature hardy and not resentful. That night was the best night of my life. The best night with the man I love. I asked you to be rougher myself..."

Ling blushed as he blurted this out, "I like you," he added in a confident voice, "and so does your wild sexual energy."Ling let go of his face and turned away toward the ocean.

"You must think hard, you must finally get it into your head that I am long gone, drowned, dead, suffocated in your arms, in the depths of your eyes, in your hot breath and hoarse moans. You can't change that," Ling was well aware that his feelings run deep.

He was also tolerant of pain, as it happened. His younger brothers often got into fights with him, sometimes in jest and sometimes in earnest. Even if he was hurt, he didn't complain so his brothers wouldn't cry, because they all loved each other very much.

Despite Wei's sexual appetite, that night was beautiful. He was caring and attentive, patient and gentle, and then he finally let himself go, and it blew the rest of the shingles off Ling.

The young man looked at the silent Wei, who never responded to his heated confession. Something inside Ling exploded like a sheaf of sparks.

"Hell yeah!" he stood up and walked toward the water. He walked along the shore, letting the rolling waves tickle his feet. The air was fresh and a little humid, either because it was early morning or because the blood rushed to his stomach - Ling was suddenly cold.

He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to warm himself. It didn't work. Then he rubbed his shoulders, jumped, and even ran, but only out of breath. He picked at the sand with his bare feet and looked longingly out at the vast ocean.

"I wish I was on a boat with Wei," he suddenly imagined their hot sex under the moon in the middle of the ocean, and it got a little warmer.

Armed with his imagination, he kept picking at the wet sand and thinking about how the moonlight would reflect off their wet bodies. The young man could directly feel that soft warmth spilling over his body.

"Hmm," Ling grinned, and suddenly cried out: he saw a trickle of blood on his finger.

Ling: ... Well, did you dig in? Wei approached him. When he saw the blood, he immediately picked Ling up in his arms and carried him to the blanket. He felt warm and comfortable in that embrace. He could have treated the wound himself, but he saw this situation as an opportunity to melt the ice between them, and he didn't resist caring.

Wei took out the first aid kit, rinsed the wound, wiped it dry, and examined it carefully. Ling frowned a little: it looked like something was stuck there. Looking closely, Wei saw a thin shard of glass.

He hesitated: his big hands could hardly handle such a delicate wound. But then, without hesitation, he leaned over and put his lips around the finger. Ling's eyes almost popped out of their orbits. Wei took the splinter out with his teeth and, turning away, spit it out. A drop of blood appeared on his lip, and something tingled in Ling's heart.

"What are these things? Why take such a risk, you hurt yourself!" raced through the young man's mind, but aloud he said softly:

"Thanks, Wei, it doesn't hurt now."

The man affectionately attached the Band-Aid and exhaled, satisfied. The wind fluttered his hair affectionately, pulling open the collar of his shirt. Ling immediately stared at it. Without waiting for a better moment, he approached Wei and took him by surprise, and kissed him. Wei didn't run away but looked puzzled and incredulous.

The young man ran his hand under his collar and felt the hot, smooth skin. He pulled the man to him and kissed him again. More and more, until the unyielding man softened and warmed.

Leaning over Ling, Wei kissed him gently at first, then greedily. As their breathing heated up, Wei stopped the young man, reminding him that this was not the proper place for a date.

He carried Ling into the car, and they drove off. The young man struggled to catch his breath. They hadn't been together for almost two weeks and even cartoon characters seemed sexy to him.

After a few minutes of driving, Wei stopped outside a complex of many bungalows. Each cabin had access to the water and stood fifty meters from the others. The man pulled out a key, and they went inside. Ling froze in amazement.

There was a slight scent of citrus in the cabin and traces of recent cleaning. The floor was gleaming wet in places and the bed was strewn with fresh towels. The young man glowered:

"Wei, how long will we be here?"

"As long as we like."

"Really?" rejoiced Ling, but then remembered their situation and came to his senses, "well at least two or three days we can spend here," he reasonably concluded.

Wei walked over to Ling and tugged at his hair. He had his special plans for these three days, and so far everything was going right. It was only nine in the morning and the men were sitting on the terrace. Ling was the first to speak:

"Will I have to be a different person when I get back?"

"Yes, if you don't mind, I've figured out a way to change your life and hide you."

"Really?" interest lit up in Ling's eyes, "tell me!"

"Remember when you went to get a suit and became a model?"

"How could I not," grinned Ling.

"You can get a job at a modeling agency because a lot of agents were looking to meet you after that photo shoot."

"But wouldn't I be in the public eye if I went there?"

"In plain sight is the best place to hide."

Ling whistled: he hadn't expected that. Wei fell silent with some doubt on his face.

The words almost flew from his lips, but he withheld something important from Ling that might have offended and hurt him.

Wei took a deep breath and looked out at the ocean and decided he would explain everything later. As long as they were here alone and cut off from the world, all was well.

The young man stretched lazily on his chaise lounge and curled up like a cat to take a nap. Wei covered him with a light cotton sheet to keep his cat from frying. He stared long and hard at the ocean and occasionally sipped a drink. Then he got up and brought his laptop.

Plugging in his headphones, Wei began going through the archives, saving what he thought was useful. That's how they spent the whole morning, the cat sleeping, the wolf working.