234 You can sleep with me if you are scared

Zi Han slipped his fingers underneath the t-shirt and brushed past his tight abs while justifying himself, “Didn’t you ask me where I want it? Now take it off,” his cheeks slightly flushed from all the drinking.

Yi Chen’s gaze glanced over at Zi Han’s red and glossy lips from drinking and he subconsciously swallowed before crossing his arms and lifting the hem of his t-shirt.

The action was simple enough but it was energetically earthy and sexually explicit arousing one’s interest. With a half-smile, Yi Chen tossed his t-shirt at Zi Han’s face.

Zi Han pulled the shirt down and as that familiar fragrance wafted into his nose he smiled slightly while biting his lower lip. Anyone who wasn’t blind could sense the unusual interaction between these two.

They had all received the memo and understood to turn a blind eye and not talk nonsense outside the squad which wasn’t a problem at all.

The problem was the tattoo artist. Of course, she had been contracted by the military so many times and knew when to open her mouth but this piece of gossip was beyond her expectations.

Zi Han stared intently at Yi Chen his eyes sending a clear message. His heart was racing as an inexplicable idea flashed in his mind. He wanted to kiss Yi Chen right here right now with all these people here. Intoxicated by liquor and the sexual tension between them Zi Han found himself imagining sultry scenes straight out of the movies.

He still didn’t make a move though his body language was so inviting. He rubbed his sweaty palm with his fingers his muscles subconsciously flexing.

He parted his lips and pointed at Yi Chen’s mermaid line before saying, “I want it here,” his voice subtly changing pitch.

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Yi Chen grasped Zi Han’s wrist and pressed his fingers on his mermaid line his expression serious. “Pointing won’t work. You have to touch the place you want it just in case I get it wrong,” said Yi Chen but he soon regretted his decision.

He meant to tease Zi Han but when those warm soft fingers touched his skin it stirred his entire system giving him a pleasant jolt. It was like an inexplicable warmth was radiating into his body and his breath amplified in his ear.

Zi Han took his hand back in a hurry. That’s because he felt like a million sparks were coming from where his wrist was held and it was rapidly spreading towards his lower half which wouldn’t end well.

Yi Chen lay down and the tattoo artist took out fresh equipment. She tattooed the characters as instructed.

It didn’t take her long to finish. As soon as she was done she packed up and left this man cave raging with male hormones. She couldn’t wait to get away lest she sees something that might get her silenced forever.

Having completed their objective the scene became extremely rowdy afterward. There was a lot of drinking, eating, singing and sometimes dancing. After years of working towards such a goal and finally achieving it, they deserved to let loose.

A flushed face Zi Han was sitting on the floor with a bottle of spritzer alcohol while watching Li Ran and another guy named Zain shrieking through the mic but judging from their expressions they seemed to think they were singing very well.

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Yi Chen walked over and sat on the couch right behind Zi Han and closed Zi Han’s ears while reprimanding them, “Haven’t you sung enough? My sweetie’s ears are about to bleed.”

Zi Han turned his head sharply and wordlessly glared at him. Yi Chen sighed before saying, “Fine, I won’t call you that either,” lowering his body with his hands gently patting Zi Han’s chest.

Zi Han averted his gaze as he leaned back with both of Yi Chen’s legs caging him in on either side. Sitting like this Zi Han felt a powerful connection with Yi Chen that reached deep into his soul.

“Are you kidding me? That was a world-class performance,” said Zain while sitting down dejectedly.

Li Ran felt his voice was getting hoarse from all the singing so he suggested, “How about we watch a movie? I bought one. It’s called Dawn. I heard it’s very good.”

“What is it about?” asked Zi Han before tilting his head backward and drinking the rest of the alcohol in his bottle.

As he did that a patch of flushed supple skin was revealed down his t-shirt catching Yi Chen’s attention. He suddenly had an inexplicable urge to touch it but he couldn’t strike directly otherwise he would get into trouble.

He placed both his hands on either of Zi Han’s shoulders while Li Ran was explaining the plot. Zi Han was very much interested, well, that is until he found out it was a horror movie, a ghost one at that.

While he was voicing his objections Yi Chen became a little brazen. His hands roamed around Zi Han’s chest through the fabric trying to act all natural but Zi Han could swear the man brushed past his nipple twice. And where was the evidence? His hardened nipple of course.

“If you guys watch that then tonight we are all sleeping with the lights on,” said Zi Han but his mind was straying from the conversation. He could feel Yi Chen tugging at the sleeve of his t-shirt before slowly moving closer to his collar. Yi Chen’s movements were fleeting but they left Zi Han slightly tense all over with butterflies in his stomach.

“What? Are you afraid?” asked Zain followed by unrestrained laughter from the others.

“Fuck yeah I am. Why on earth would I say that?” replied Zi Han not even embarrassed at all. If he was afraid then he was afraid and there was no shame in admitting that.

Zi Han felt cool fingers touching the exposed part of his collarbone before slipping inside caressing his skin. Feeling itchy he grasped Yi Chen’s hand stopping him from advancing.

“Come on, let’s watch it together. We don’t mind sleeping with the lights on,” replied another guy named Omari who was also a member of their elite squad.

Zi Han knew there was no way he was getting away from this but before he could agree Yi Chen leaned down and with his nose pressing against Zi Han’s neck he whispered,

“You can sleep with me if you are scared.” While whispering such a thing his thumb was rubbing the seam at the collar of Zi Han’s t-shirt.

Zi Han, “....”

He knew from that moment that once the lights were turned off he would be taken advantage of. His spine tingled as he leaned forward creating some distance between them.