Our Days

Spa Time

He Tian had been making a mockery at dinner, stealing food off plates and drinking from other peoples drinks. Well, actually, just Mo's.

"Eat your own damn food!"

"Aren't we getting massages tonight?" Zheng asked as he popped a piece of steak into his mouth.

They were relaxing on the glossy wooden deck of the hot spring. After complaining all the way back down the mountain about being hungry, they finally got to eat dinner.

The night had completely took over the sky, and the silence was loud, giving them every bit of comfort they needed.

Jian was itching to jump into the hot spring, already down to his boxers

"We are getting massages~" He Tian said.

"Sounds fun!"

Jian cluelessly reached over and stole a piece of steak off Zheng's fork. He received a slap to the back of his head, which he accepted with a sympathetic smile.

"I've never gotten one before," Zheng said, turning back to the conversation after cutting a new piece of steak.

"How about you brats eat your food in silence. You're right by the spring, and I don't want to hear your chatter."

All four of them glance up to catch Brother Qiu approaching them with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Jian instantly grabbed at the hem of Mo's shirts with only the tips of his fingers, Mo not even fighting him off, too occupied with his own terror as the cloud of darkness brewed around them.

"Brother Qiu," Jian said with a puff of his cheek.
He was still chewing on the meat he'd stolen. Mo quickly pinched his skinny arm to try and silence him, but tactics like that never worked on the idiot. "What are you doing out here?"

"I'm out here because I'm your damn chauffeur, and I could use a little bit of relaxing time too."

Jian didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure it isn't because of Auntie Rose? She is a very nice lady, and you seem to be the guy who likes to flaunt what he has to get a woman."

Mo would have smacked the boy, but he didn't have time when Brother Qiu scuffed at the remark and came closer.

In fear, Zheng lifted his fork with a new piece of steak on it, gulping when Qiu stared down with distaste.

"What the hell are you doing?" Brother Qiu asked.

Zheng felt his eyes flutter.

"Um. T-the steaks good. Very meaty."

Brother Qiu snarled. "The hell are you telling me for?"

He Tian suddenly burst out into laughter. He reached over in his fit and grabbed Mo's nape, pulling him away from Jian so he could have him for himself.

Mo didn't even squirm. He suddenly didn't mind being crowed by He Tian, feeling strangely safe with the large hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

Jian being left vulnerable, reached over with his cheek still full of steak and gripped onto Zheng's ear lobe, squeezing vigorously.

Zheng was too shocked at his own stupidity to mind.

"It's a peace offering, Brother Qiu. Us youths tend to give our elders food out of respect~"

Thank you He Tian.

"A peace offering?" Brother Qiu stared down once again at the steak.

The hand holding the fork was slightly shaking, and he could make out the juice of the meat dripping down the silverware, almost reaching the pale fingers grasping it.