Walking Through Open Doors

Chapter 10 - Shifting Gears

Without opening his eyes, Zhou Zi Shu grabs the pillow next to him on the bed and smashes it over his face. He groans into it and rolls over, accidentally squishing Nao Nao in the process. She lets him know that that is no way to treat Her Majesty, by latching on to his foot through the comforter and kicking him with her back legs, before jumping off the bed and zooming through the crack in the door.

Zhou Zi Shu breathes into the pillow and wonders what's wrong with him. He used to have game. He used to have swagger. He used to be a player. Okay, maybe he was never a player per say, but he had definitely pretended to be one in a few of his undercover jobs. And when he put his mind to it, or he really needed to scratch an itch, he had been very successful at it back in the day. But it's been so long that he has clearly forgotten how to act and behave like a normal person on a date. Non-date. Maybe-date? Two people dressing up, having dinner in a casual way?

An overdose of liquid courage. That's what it was. That is what had made him lose his mind and throw himself at his guest last night. Or rather throw him up against the wall and breathe all over him. Oh, he had really wanted to kiss him. Maybe get slammed against the wall himself with some hot grinding and moaning.

A sudden surge of heat pools in his stomach and he groans into the pillow. The sheer mortification of Ye Bai Yi catching him acting like a horny teenager right in front of the house had been enough to sober him up and evaporate all of his courage—even the non-liquid one. He had all but run away, like the coward that he is these days. He had basically recoiled from the man and slammed the door in the old man's face—luckily not actually hitting him—and then stuttered a lame good night to his non-date before opening the door and hightailing it upstairs.

Why hadn't he told the old monster to get lost? Or gone back downstairs? Or walked over to the guest wing and knocked on Wen Ke Xing's door? They were adults after all. It would be perfectly reasonable for him to do that, considering Wen Ke Xing hadn't pushed him away. His extremely hot house guest had even made it to second base (1).

His cock twitches in his loose boxers to images of Wen Ke Wing's large hands tracing all over his skin, maybe followed by lips and tongue. He jumps out of the bed, flustered and hot all over and zooms like Nao Nao, but in the opposite direction and towards the shower, like a man on a mission.

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Unfortunately for him and his impatient libido, Wen Ke Xing isn't alone in the kitchen by the time he arrives. Three men are standing behind the kitchen island peeling eggs, the two older ones happily arguing over who's got the best recipe for the soy marinade. All three of them are smiling and moving around each other as if they have been doing this for years instead of just a few days. His little boy is grinning from ear to ear, as if standing between Wen Ke Xing and Ye Bai Yi whilst cooking is the best thing since he got his first computer. Even Nao Nao is purring contently where she is eating raw salmon in the corner next to the shelf.

Not pausing behind the door, like almost all other instances in the past few days, he walks straight through the open door and into the kitchen. "A man could get used to this," he jokes and then realizes what he just said. His steps slow down for a few seconds as he stares at the floor, rebooting his brain with a few light shakes. Why is he like this? It's embarrassing.

When he looks back up, he meets Wen Ke Xing's eyes and he can feel that familiar shiver run up his spine and burst into little tingling flutters on the crown of his head. Oh, right—that's why he's like this. Because there is a male God standing in his kitchen cooking with his family and in addition to wanting to drop to his knees and say Aaaah, he also has a real strong urge to cuddle. Yeah, he definitely should have walked over to the east wing yesterday. Or this morning.