Straight Men Taming

Chapter 14 The Ambiguity in the Hot Spring

After the two returned to the hotel, they each took a shower and went to sleep.

Song Zhe slept on the left bed, and Wang Cheng slept on the right bed. Their backs were facing each other, and neither of them turned around.

The air is so quiet that you can hear the other person's breathing, even though the distance is so close, the heart seems to be separated by a vast ocean.

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe lay on his side, pursed his lips, and still called: "Are you asleep..."

"No," Wang Cheng opened his eyes in the dark, his mind was in chaos, as if he was about to grab something, but fled in fear.

"I..." Song Zhe suddenly felt a little wronged, wondering if Wang Cheng was disgusted by what he said about the same-sex wedding just now, so even his voice was choked with sobs: "I'm a little scared..."

"Fool..." Wang Cheng surrendered when he heard Song Zhe's voice. He turned over to face Song Zhe's back and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Song Zhe lowered his eyes, he was afraid that Wang Cheng would ignore him, that Wang Cheng would be unhappy, and that Wang Cheng would leave him and leave, but he couldn't say anything, so he paused for a long time before he whispered: "I don't know... "

The voice had a strong nasal tone, and Song Zhe's eyes were covered with water vapor.

"Hey..." Wang Cheng sighed, got out of bed, walked to Song Zhe and sat down on the bed. He turned Song Zhe to face him, and sure enough, he met Song Zhe's smoldering eyes, feeling distressed again.

He bent down and hugged Song Zhe, leaning against Song Zhe's ear, with a hoarse voice: "I've never told anyone, so you have to listen carefully," he frowned, as if trying to suppress his inner feelings: "I will always be by your side, no matter what happens, I will never leave you, Song Zhe, you are not only my best friend, but also a part of my life."

Song Zhe listened to these words quietly, tears gradually dimmed his eyes, he stretched out his arms and hugged Wang Cheng tightly, closed his eyes and showed a relieved smile.

This is also good, knowing that you care about me is already very satisfying.

Wang Cheng hugged him for a while, then simply got into Song Zhe's bed, put his arms around his waist from behind, put his head on his neck, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere."

"Hmm." Song Zhe responded in a low voice, feeling Wang Cheng's body temperature.

There is no wind in Tokyo tonight, and the North Star is twinkling in the sky. It seems that there are endless words to share with your lover.

The inexplicable awkwardness between the two of them was over. When they woke up the next day, when they hugged each other on the couch and smiled at each other, they had already said nothing.

Although it is not as lingering as a lover's love, it exudes the joy of mutual understanding.

In the next few days, Wang Cheng drove Song Zhe from Tokyo to the ancient city of Kyoto along the Yanbenzhou route.

When he arrived in Kyoto, Song Zhe was too curious about Japanese geisha, so he came to Hanami Koji, a famous geisha street in Japan.

The roads in Japan are narrow and narrow, lined with various izakayas and geisha sensual restaurants.

Fortunately, it is rare to meet geisha girls on the road, but Song Zhe and Wang Cheng ran into two geisha wearing kimonos and holding umbrellas in winter, with beautiful faces and outstanding figures.

Song Zhe took out his mobile phone and secretly took pictures of the two girls, but he never disturbed their rare rest time.

Wang Cheng also came over to look at the photos he took, and Song Zhe raised his head and asked, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Well, but it's unique." Wang Cheng echoed.

After the two walked the Hanami path, they turned to Seimei Shrine.

Song Zhe was severely poisoned by Wu Xiaoxin and Zhu Zhuzhu. When he saw the Qingming Shrine, he danced excitedly, paid homage, and wanted to write a wishing card.

Song Zhe bought two wishing cards from the young monk in the shrine, handed one to Wang Cheng, and said, "You must make your wish sincerely, so that Lord Qingming can hear our heartfelt wishes."

"I didn't realize that you're still so superstitious." Wang Cheng took the wishing card and looked it over and over again.

"Hmph, I'm in awe." In fact, it's because I've watched too many anime, but Song Zhe won't admit it.

Wang Cheng couldn't help laughing, he stroked Song Zhe's hair affectionately, and asked, "Have you decided to make any wish?"

"Then what wish do you want to make?" Song Zhe asked with a smile.

Wang Cheng was sweetened by his innocent appearance, so he put his arms around him and said, "I want to make a wish that you will always be so cute."

"Bah, bah, bah." Song Zhe's ears were burning, but he liked his embrace very much.

The two wrote a wish card together, and Song Zhe secretly saw Wang Cheng write: "I hope Song Zhe will be happy forever." With a smile on his face like a flower, Wang Cheng also came over to see what he wrote However, Song Zhe quickly covered the wishing card, and said with a coquettish smile, "I won't show it to you."

Wang Cheng didn't force him, picked up the wishing card and hung it on the wishing display card.

Song Zhe ran to the back of the display card, secretly chose a corner to hang up the wish card he had written, put his hands together and said in his heart: "Master Qingming, if you can see it, I can make my wishes come true."

Seeing his little daughter-in-law's appearance, Wang Cheng smiled without saying a word, walked over and took his hand gently, and said softly, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Song Zhe raised his head and smiled brightly.

May the gods have mercy, allow time to stay at this moment, and never leave.

The two went for a stroll to a matcha ice cream shop in Kyoto, and Song Zhe ate two matcha cones with his belly open.

At night, his stomach began to throb, and he no longer wanted to go shopping.

Wang Cheng was very anxious, so he settled Song Zhe to a hotel, bought stomach medicine nearby, and asked Song Zhe to take it when he came back.

Although this is Song Zhe's old problem, but in a foreign country, he feels that half his life has been killed.

Wang Cheng pinched his nose angrily and cursed: "I'll see if you're still hungry in the future!"

Song Zhe's symptoms eased after taking the medicine, and he leaned against Wang Cheng's arms shamelessly, mumbling: "It's really delicious, I won't be able to eat it when I go back."

"It's delicious and I've never seen people eat so much!" Wang Cheng hugged Song Zhe helplessly, rubbed his hair, and couldn't stop worrying.

"I'm fine. Shall we go back to Tokyo tomorrow? I want to see Mount Fuji. I heard that there is an outdoor hot spring hotel under the mountain. We can stay overnight after climbing the mountain." Song Zhe said coquettishly.

Wang Cheng nodded, there was nothing he could do with the kitten, he could only hug him tightly, and promised: "Okay, no problem. You have to get well soon, I will go to the owner's house tomorrow morning to write thin porridge, and I will definitely eat it." Can't be careless anymore."

"I got it, I got it, you are more verbose than my mother." Song Zhe raised the corner of his mouth and held Wang Cheng's hand.

Thinking about the two of them sleeping together in the past few days, if it was someone else, Song Zhe had already felt that this was love, but it happened to be Wang Cheng.

This unspeakable attachment looks like love, but it doesn't seem to be.

Several times Song Zhe wanted to ask how he felt about himself, but he felt that speaking hastily would ruin the rare good atmosphere.

As long as Wang Cheng is by his side is enough, Song Zhe is not greedy.

They embraced each other and went to sleep. In the early morning of the second day, Song Zhe felt that there was no serious problem, and he was alive and kicking again.

Wang Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, but he was very careful not to let him be greedy.

The weather in Japan has been fine in recent days. After breakfast, the two returned to Tokyo and set off for Mount Fuji.

It was almost evening when we reached the foot of the mountain, and we found the hot spring hotel to stay in. Song Zhe excitedly prepared to go to the hot spring after eating two mouthfuls of food.

The hot springs in Japan are somewhat different from those in China. People have to wash clean before entering the hot springs naked.

Song Zhe and Wang Cheng cleaned up separately in the bathroom, and when they walked to the pool in their bathrobes, they squirmed and lingered for a long time without taking off their clothes.

Wang Cheng took off his clothes very calmly, put them aside and entered the pool first.

There were no other guests in the hotel, and there were only two people in the small hot spring. Wang Cheng had a burly figure, wheat-colored skin, and abdominal muscles looming in the water.

When the water splashed and the water droplets fell on his chest and slid down along the muscle lines, the picture was very attractive.

Song Zhe stared straight at his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and turned around quickly, his neck was red to the roots of his ears, and even the lower part also felt slightly hot.

"What are you dawdling about, come down quickly." Seeing him not moving for a long time, Wang Cheng urged.

"Ah...?" Song Zhe turned his head and saw Wang Cheng was facing him with a smirk on his face.

To take off or not to take off?This is fundamentally tempting to commit crimes!He is GAY!Can't stand the test of the lower body!

"What's wrong with you? Are you shy?" Wang Cheng was completely amused by Song Zhe's dumbfounded look.

"No...no." Song Zhe stammered nervously.

never mind!With a heartbroken heart, he took off his bathrobe, wrapped his lower body with a towel, and carefully walked down the soup pool before taking the towel away.

After sitting down, Song Zhe buried his head, fearing that Wang Cheng would notice something strange about him, so he dared not move.

"What's wrong? You blushed like this." Wang Cheng approached Song Zhe, seeing how shy he was, and wanted to tease him.

Feeling that Wang Cheng was approaching him, Song Zhe was so nervous that he didn't dare to vent his breath. He quickly avoided and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you fuck yours, I'll fuck mine, keep your distance!"

"They're all men, why are you hiding from me?" As he spoke, Wang Cheng reached out and grabbed Song Zhe's arm.

Song Zhe has a well-maintained figure. Although he is not as strong as Wang Cheng, his lines are clear, and his skin is fair and tender.

Being caught, Song Zhe subconsciously fell into Wang Cheng's arms, touching Wang Cheng's chest muscles with his hands.

"Plop, plop." Song Zhe seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, blushing and afraid to look at Wang Cheng.

The two were naked in the hot spring, touching each other's skin, exchanging each other's body temperature.

After being stunned for a while, Wang Cheng seemed to have reacted first, opened the distance between the two of them, turned his head in embarrassment, and blushed on his face.

"That..." Wang Cheng said hesitantly, "I'll go up first...you go on soaking..."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left Tangchi, walking in a strange way.

Song Zhe's eyes widened, if he read correctly.

Wang Cheng...isn't it...

hard? ? ?

Song Zhe's face flushed immediately, looking at the direction Wang Cheng was leaving, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Thinking of some indescribable picture, his lower body was also congested with blood, Song Zhe blushed and touched his man down, touching jerkyly, panting from time to time.

Wang Cheng quickly hid in the locker room, and Song Zhe's fair skin, pink nipples, and even the collarbone were very moving in his mind.

He looked at the hotness of his lower body in disbelief, and wanted to calm down, but no matter what, he couldn't get Song Zhe's figure out of his mind.

The lower body was swollen and painful, driven by desire in the end, Wang Cheng held his man, imagining Song Zhe's shy face, delicate lips, and that delicious body, he couldn't bear to touch him up and down. When they touched each other, they breathed heavily from their mouths.

"Song Zhe... ah..." Wang Cheng let out a low growl, and finally let it out.

Looking at the liquid in his hand, he was in a daze. He had always been indifferent to desire, how could he be so excited just thinking about Song Zhe.

Wang Cheng washed off the essence from his hands, sat in the locker room with his head in his arms, and sighed heavily.

The author has something to say:

I really like the song Doctor, okay?