Chen Huan went to his 'special drawer' and pulled out a shiny, silver butt plug. He had slipped it in the back without much strain. The memory of Qin Tiewei was still fresh in his mind. If it wasn't strong enough, he could play that podcast where President Qin had a twinkle in his eye as he spoke about the project. He could mute it and imagine those lips were moving for him–whispering words he wanted to hear.
He splattered some lotion on his length. Closing his eyes, he ran a hand along it. Hmm. His breath on my neck. So hot… and hungry. His voice… soft against my ears. Those lips. That perfume. Hmm, those lips. He bends on both knees and wraps those pink, full, round lips around my—
KNOCK!
The knock was quiet, but loud enough to ruin the momentum Chen Huan was starting to build. He cursed internally. He was naked from head to toe. Who was that? And by this time of the night?
KNOCK!
"Who the fuck is that? What do you want?"
KNOCK!
With a groan, he pushed himself up, and the plug slipped out of his backside. He ignored it and grabbed a blanket to wrap himself with. Whoever they were, they would leave once he answered them, no? Probably Aunty Yin. Always cooking at night. Always borrowing salt… and everything really.
When he opened the door, he almost froze in place. "President Q… Q… Qin?" Am I having Deja Vu?
"You're so foul-mouthed. The next time you curse at me, I won't be so forgiving."
"I… I don't understand." He dropped me, then left, didn't he? "Did I leave something in your car?"
"Are you just going to leave me standing out here?"
Chen Huan bit his lip. He was red in the face. I'm naked under this blanket. And he can't… see that… thing lying there. What is he going to think of me? He had started to close the door, but Qin Tiewei's foot was lodged between the frame and the door.
"The next time you slam the door in my face, I won't be so forgiving," he said and pushed his way into the doorway.
Chen Huan dashed to the bed, retrieved the plug, and returned it to the drawer. Qin Tiewei caught the last of the race.
What is he hiding? Did he take something from the office? He could've just asked for anything he wanted.
"President Qin." Chen Huan chuckled nervously. "I still don't know what you're doing here. "
Qin Tiewei looked around the room. "Your apartment..." It's still in the same state as it was yesterday. If not worse. "It bothers me."
Chen Huan scoff-chuckled. "What?"
Qin Tiewei silently moved to the kitchen area, rolled up his sleeves, and started doing the dishes.
Chen Huan must've stood there for a full minute watching him in confusion. Finally, he remembered he was naked under the blanket. "I was just going to take a bath." He gestured to a tiny door.
Qin Tiewei nodded.
Chen Huan hurried off into the bathroom. Inside was cramped and tiny like the rest of the apartment. He stared down at his semi-erect penis. I really want to finish this off. But he's just out there. Washing my dishes. This President Qin… He is a bit of a weirdo. He sighed. I guess I can still love him. Like, not love. Like! I can still like him. He turned on the shower.
Outside, Qin Tiewei left the tap running and skulked to the drawer, wondering what Chen Huan had hidden in it. As he pulled it open, his face went pale. An assortment of… adult toys littered the drawer. A small pink dildo and a bigger green one. The butt plug. Some beads of different sizes. A chastity cage? And a diary. As if burned, he quickly closed the drawer.
He… he looks so innocent. How can he be that wild? How can anyone be that wild?
He wanted to leave. Run away as fast as he did the previous day, but he only sighed. The thought of this room is ruining my peace–I have to fix it, or I won't be able to get any sleep. With his head down, he continued scrubbing the dishes.
***
Chen Huan sat on the bed watching a movie on his phone as Qin Tiewei cleaned the apartment in silence. Every nook and cranny. He gathered Chen Huan's dirty laundry in a pile and hung the ones that were 'wearable' in the closet.
Finally, he finished.
"I'm… leaving," Qin Tiewei announced, avoiding Chen Huan's face.
Chen Huan nodded and followed him to the door. Something about Qin Tiewei cleaning up his apartment had relaxed him. This wasn't the untouchable President Qin. This was just… some weird guy who barged into his apartment to clean it up.
He closed the door after Qin Tiewei and stared at the room. Every inch of it was spotless. It wasn't even this clean when I moved in.
Smiling, he picked up his phone and texted: "Ba. President Qin is something else. I know you're sleeping, so I'll call tomorrow. I have so much to tell you about him."
***
Chen Huan had started to fall asleep when he heard a knock again. Who the fuck—
He bit his tongue to stop from cursing. What if it's President Qin again? How can it be him? He just left here.But what if it's him?
He dragged himself to the door and opened it. Of course, it's him. "President Qin."
"I couldn't start my car. Someone stole the battery out of it."
Chen Huan covered his mouth to stop from bursting out laughing. "It's a rough neighborhood. You can't just park your shiny car on the street and go clean someone's house."
"I couldn't get a cab either."
"It's a rough neighborhood. Cabs don't drive here that late."
"I don't want to have to disturb my driver."
Chen Huan opened the door. My room is clean now because some maniac barged in and cleaned it up. "Come in."