Secret Love Nest

Bed Shackled

The weather here in our piece of Earth is scorching hot. Maybe it's still hotter in the desert but still...you don't need to exercise just to sweat up. Sleep without turning on the aircon and you will sweat up like you are in a sauna.

With this kind of weather, being inside a room with a fully functioning aircon is heaven itself.

That is why my lover. My ever beloved Wang Qing is not moving from our home.

He had stuffs to do. Places to go but nope, he is not going out.

And I am also not going anywhere. I had a bad fall while practicing a dance routine yesterday. My hips and waist are now sore and hurting.

I am actually forbidden to stand up. I either have to lie down on my back with a pillow under my waist or lying down on my stomach. I can only stand up to go to the bathroom and do my business. Aside from that...bed is the only place I should be.

Qing was not pleased. He was never pleased when his little squirrel is hurt. It shows in his face and the way he keeps on mumbling about someone stubborn and won't stop having difficult dance routine.

I just let him vent his anger by walking back and forth, in and out of the room. Mumbling and giving me annoyed looks. He is in a tizzy and I just take it lying down, literally.

But I am his King today and he is my servant. He gave me water, food, remote and books to read. He even spooned some ice cream for me (it's pistachio caramel flavored ice cream, so yeah, he also gave in)

He even asked me if I want a massage. He joined me in the bed while I am lying there on my stomach.

Qing: From a professional of course. My sister knew a spa owner and they employ physical therapist who may know how to ease some ache on your body.

Me: I would love a massage, but not now.

Qing: (lifting my shirt and peering inside) I think there's bruising. Maybe another X-ray...

Me: One more X-ray and I will die of exposure to radiation. I already undergone X-ray. The doctor said there are no broken bones.

Qing: Why do you have to do that stunt anyway?

Me: Cause I want to look cool.

Qing: You are cool...

Me: (pleased) I love you too.

Qing: And stupid at the same time. I mean really Dayu, I think it's a talent of yours, to look cool and stupid at the same time.

My face crumpled in annoyance while Qing laughed and kissed my cheek.

Qing: Can you be more careful next time? And stop trying to appear cool. Move, dance on that stage and you are cool. Open your mouth. Sing, and you are cool.

Me: Aww

Qing: Take off your clothes and lay on this bed for me, and you look darn cool. Sexy too...

He is annoying.

Me: (looking away from him) Go away. I have no use for you...

Qing: (like I didn't talk) Now, we can't have sex because you are hurt. I mean, what the hell Dayu,
now we cannot do our number three, five and eight on our favorite top ten activities we love to do together.

Yeah, you read it right we have a list of top ten activities we love to do together.

What? Everything is getting listed now, why not that?

(So YuYu, what is the top ten activities you love to do together with Baba? Gosh that's long!)

I sympathize. Qing named it, so blame him.

Okay. I will give it to you since...well we have nothing better to do. Drum rolls please...

Top Ten Activities We Love To Do Together...

By: Dayu and Wang Qing

(Qing is asking why I get the first billing on the name when it's mainly his idea. Really, everything is an issue for him. Let's ignore him)

1. Cuddle together.
2. Eat together. Food trips.
3. Blowjobs.
4. Basketball. (watching or playing, it doesn't matter)
5. Sex. Full on sex.
6. Read together.
7. Drive. Road trips.
8. Handjobs.
9. Playing with his dogs. (This is all him) (Fine, I miss them too)
10. Shopping online.

There...the last one is a bit new because I am only discovering the joy of shopping online. Qing is a long time addict. But we don't buy things impulsively. Sometimes it's just nice to browse on online shops. Like window shopping.

But I think if you look at our list, the two things we really love to do is talk and be together. We talk when we cuddle, we chat when we eat, we tease each other when we play basketball, take a road trip or any activities we do in bed.

Qing and I always talk. Sometimes mundane issues (mostly my fault) and sometimes serious issues (still my fault). That is why I memorize his tones and he memorized mine.

I know when he is mad or just pretending to be irritated at me. I know when he is sad. I know when he is happy. I know when he has a big problem that stressed him out.

And of course, it goes vice versa. Qing knew me too. But the fun part is, I feel like there are still things we are keeping from each other and still many things we can discover.

There are new habits being developed. New hobbies to try. We discover things together and apart and it just feels nice to know that there are still things we can look forward to as we progress in this thing called relationship.

I don't know...but I find myself smiling as I write those words.

Qing is asleep beside me. That is why I get to snatch the laptop and write. If he is awake, he will not let me open this thing and write stuffs. I think for Qing, if Dayu is hurt it also means Dayu is dying. He just doesn't like me to have any fun when I am shackled in bed because of an injury. He just want me to rest. Period.

That is why I will end this chapter and close this laptop before he caught me. I don't want him to grumble again and get annoyed enough to confiscate my laptop again.

See you all next time.