Page 43 of He Is My Bride

Hanjun called his uncle.

“Hello, Hanjun,” Wu Yiheng answered.

“Hello, Uncle Yiheng.”

“I was wondering when you would finally bother calling.”

Silence.

“Well?” Wu Yiheng didn’t sound happy. “Explain yourself!”

“About what happened last weekend?”

“Drinking, fighting in public? Shameful! Look at what that Li Ying has done to you! To the Wus! I had to bribe the press just to keep this scandal under wraps so that we wouldn’t lose face in front of all of Shanghai!”

Of course that hadn’t kept the rumors of the Antai alumni party from spreading like wildfire on social media.

“Li Ying didn’t make me drink. Or hit Wang Hao.” Not exactly, Hanjun thought, but even if he did, so what?

“She’s a bad influence on you, that girl.”

“No.”

“‘ No ?!’ ” Wu Yiheng’s voice was trembling in anger.

“I admit I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but that’s not something I owe an explanation or apology for. But Wang Hao insulted my fiancée, so I would have hit him regardless if I was drunk or not, and I’m not going to apologize for that either. Because I would do it again.”

Wu Yiheng was silent.

“Li Ying will be coming to the reunion dinner, please add one more person to the reservation.”

“Is that why you have called me?” Now Wu Yiheng sounded defeated.

“Yes. And to tell you…” I don’t need to apologize constantly. “That I hope you didn’t worry so much, it’s not good for your heart.”

“Then help me, Hanjun!”

“How?”

“Stop this foolishness!” Wu Yiheng sounded like he was begging more than anything. “Find someone else!”

“There is no one else. Won’t be.”

Another silence. A long silence.

“I will call to modify the reservation.”

“Thank you, Uncle. Hanging up now.”

Wu Yiheng hung up first.

—

After one night spent at the Qian’s, Li Ying figured the loneliness of his and Hanjun’s old place was still better than the haunted atmosphere of his childhood home, where he knew not everyone welcomed him.

Li Ying slept at home from then on until Hanjun called him with news: he had discussed a showing of some apartments in Manhattan, urging Li Ying to contact the broker to arrange the time.

The apartments were all conveniently located studios that were not cramped, but didn’t feel too big for Li Ying either. Modern kitchens with all new appliances, and the places could be rented furnished .

Li Ying happily settled on a studio near the Northeastern corner of Central Park, and after telling the broker he would take it, she told him that she would arrange everything with Mister Wu.

Li Ying could just pick up his keys at the end of the week.

Li Ying never saw a single bill for that apartment.

To the Qians he lied that he was moving into a dormitory and firmly refused help with moving.

School resumed for Li Ying. He was busy between starting a new clinical rotation and exams, and although one might think his days would fly by faster with something to do, they just wouldn’t pass fast enough.

Even if Li Ying and Hanjun called each other every day just to hear the other’s voice, it had begun to feel like forever since they had been together, and another forever until they could meet again. In the evenings, Li Ying was lonely in bed and sometimes, especially in the beginning, he cried.

One night he simply couldn’t sleep, so he called Hanjun. Hanjun picked up swiftly when he saw who was calling.

“Hey,” Li Ying cooed into the phone. “I can’t sleep. Are you at work?”

“Mm. A meeting starting soon.”

“Can you just keep me in your pocket?” Hanjun was quiet, so Li Ying explained, “Like, just keep the line open, you can mute me if you want, I just want to… You know?”

Hanjun didn’t know, but he had thought of something else, “I do have you in my pocket.”

“Huh?”

“The tea pet you gave me. I carry it.”

“Everywhere you go?”

“Mm.”

“Hanjun…” You absolute dork!

“You’re here. I’m touching you. ”

“You’re touching me?” Li Ying imagined Hanjun petting the little ceramic rooster in his pocket in the middle of a meeting, thinking about him. That made Li Ying feel better and less lonely. “Okay, I think I can sleep then. Promise to keep petting me?”

“Mm, doing it now.”

Li Ying bit his lip. “How would you touch me if it were a real little Li Ying in your pocket?”

Another bout of silence. Did Hanjun get it?

Li Ying could imagine Hanjun blushing at the thought if he did, looking around discreetly to see if any of his co-workers noticed.

Li Ying hadn’t touched himself once since their parting, but now he felt a warm excitement surge about his loins and took his hand candidly around his member.

“Hanjun, little Li Ying in your pocket is touching himself. He’s naked. And super horny.” Li Ying threw the blanket over his head and imagined being in Hanjun’s pocket at work.

“I—Just a second,” Hanjun said to someone else. “I have to go now.”

Li Ying only moaned into the phone in response, imagining how Hanjun must have been flustering.

And so Hanjun was, his face turning red, and he really, really didn’t want to go to this meeting. Hanjun let go of the little clay rooster in his pocket to dig out his wireless earbuds from his suitcase and connected them to his phone while putting one in his other ear.

“You’re in my earbud now, I can’t talk to you but you can… You can talk to me.”

“Yeah? Are we going to a very important meeting?” Li Ying mewed in his nasal voice, masturbating himself leisurely.

“Mm.”

“You’re so naughty, right in front of everyone, listening to me moan while I touch myself. Ah…! Mmh, I want you to touch me…”

“I am touching you,” Hanjun mumbled.

“Yeah? …Oh, Hanjun, touching me there?! So kinky! ”

Hanjun didn’t respond. He must have been in the meeting room now; Li Ying could hear the odd voice here and there, someone talking farther in the background. He went on:

“Ah, ah—Ha-Hanjun is touching my cock! Oh, poor Li Ying is so hard! It’s getting wet, Hanjun…” Li Ying got no response, but he knew Hanjun must have been getting a rush out of it, listening to his boyfriend moan into his earbud while trying to sit in a meeting as if nothing was happening.

Over at the meeting, Hanjun took out his phone under the table and typed: Hard.

“Are you getting hard for me?” Li Ying teased through the earbud. “Oh, naughty, naughty Junjun! What if someone sees your cock getting hard in your pants in the middle of a meeting… It’s so big, too, no way you’re hiding it.”

Li Ying stroked himself faster, the thought of Hanjun doing something this rowdy at work driving him crazy. Each stroke of his hand was sending a dangerously pleasurable wave through his loins, threatening to take him to the edge way too soon.

Finger in, Hanjun messaged.

“You’re putting your…? Right, inside me? Wait.”

Li Ying put his phone on speaker and reached from under the covers for the lube. He moistened his finger and wiggled it inside himself while keeping his hand on his cock. He kept stroking in a steady rhythm while starting to fuck himself on his finger, moving his hips up and down.

“Mister Wu, what are you doing, touching me so inappropriately!” Li Ying resumed his dirty talk. He felt goofy saying all these things and was borderline giggling all the time, but it was so hot! “T-that’s my butt! …Pfft!”

Hanjun kept staring ahead at the projector screen, registering nothing of the graphs, and his cock was throbbing hard in his pants under the table. He tried to keep his breath even and calm, but he had begun to realize this had been a mistake: he would have to excuse himself.

“Ah, you have such long fingers, reaching so far inside me…” Li Ying was getting close already. It had been too long. “Mm-mh, ahh, I-it feels so good…”

Li Ying’s moans were high-pitched, out of breath, growing hectic. He kept thrusting his hips against his finger, letting it hit that sweet spot inside him and send ever-intensifying throbs of bliss to his cock, which felt like it would burst any moment now.

“Oh, oh, a—! I’m gonna—Ah!” Li Ying’s body exploded in an incredible orgasm, and he stained himself and the sheets with his spend while moaning wantonly into the phone, letting Hanjun know just how good he was feeling.

Hanjun got up, took his suitcase, and subtly positioned it in front of his groin, because the bulge in his pants was indeed very obvious. He held his phone as if there was a call he had to take and excused himself. Li Ying was breathing heavily into his ear through the line.

“It’s all sticky now,” he whined. “Uh, Junjun, are you still there?”

Hanjun stormed into an empty single toilet and locked the door.

He undid his belt and took out his cock, already dripping with precum, begging to be sated.

Hanjun took his phone to his cheek while his other hand grabbed his cock and began stroking furiously.

He slid his foreskin up and down over his glans, giving a good squeeze there on every pass, needing to come, feeling like his lust might drive him mad otherwise.

“Li Ying…” he growled into the phone.

“Oh, did you leave the meeting?”

“D-damn…” Hanjun grunted.

Li Ying could hear him breathing heavily, guessing he had gone somewhere private.

“Oh my!” Li Ying crooned playfully, “Junjun couldn’t keep it in his pants, could he? Naughty boy. ”

Hanjun almost whimpered into the phone as he tried not to moan outright, fearing someone walking by the stall would hear him. He kept stroking himself, needing that release.

“What a horny, naughty boy, so horny he has to leave in the middle of a meeting to jerk off in secret! Are you in the toilet? A storeroom?” Li Ying was audibly eager for the details.

“Mmh…” Hanjun’s face was burning with shame as Li Ying teased him, but it was good, so good. Better than he could have known. He wanted Li Ying to say more of those terrible things to him.

“Do you like that, Hanjun?”

“Yes! Please…”

“Hmm? You like being called a naughty boy?”

“Ga-ah…!” Hanjun came, shooting his load into the toilet bowl.

Hanjun had never, ever done something like this, spent himself helplessly while getting mocked for his lack of discipline. Hanjun was burning with shame, but at the same time… it was hot . Hanjun wanted to do it again.

“You came so soon! You really were horny, hehe…” Li Ying giggled, excited and high-strung; this was new to him too.

Hanjun said nothing, still trying to put himself together.

“…Hanjun?”

“I’m here.”

“Was that hot?”

“Mm. Very.”

“Yeah?” Li Ying’s voice was happy, and Hanjun could hear his smile. “I came so hard, too. We should do this again! You know, I’d rather hold you in my arms, but we can have some fun like this while waiting to meet. Would you like that, Hanjun?”

“…Yes.” Hanjun felt a heady relief when he heard Li Ying propose that so easily. As if this weren’t anything to be ashamed of. Like it was okay to enjoy something like this, even if it felt deviant to Hanjun. Wonderfully deviant. “I want it. ”

“Aww, Junjun!” Li Ying chuckled on the line. “Anyway, it’s late, I should probably go to sleep. I know I’ll be thinking about this all day tomorrow.”

“Mm. Likewise. Goodnight, Li Ying. Love you.”

“Love you too! Kisses!”

“Kiss.” Hanjun hung up.

No way he would return to that meeting, he didn’t think he was equipped to look anyone in the eyes for a while.