Qingge

Chapter 8: Siming

Qingge was still a little confused from having just woken up. He opened his eyes to find Yujing at his side massaging his waist. It felt nice and he turned over to face the other man only to stop immediately as an intense pain shot through his lower half. This reminded him of last night and what transpired. He was suffering so much because of it, but he was the one to initiate it wasn't he?

"Be careful, just hold on to me." Yujing whispered as he looked at the tight frown on Qingge's face. He held onto Qingge's hand as he helped him sit up, leaning Qingge against his body while patting him gently on the back and comforting him like a child.

"Yujing, it hurts." He leaned against Yujing's chest as he said so groaning in the process. Although he didn't regret giving it to Yujing, he couldn't help but feel a bit of grief over the whole matter. It was really painful and he was suffering. It was his first time so it was understandable it would be uncomfortable, but why did it have to hurt so much?!

"It's my fault for not being good to you. You must feel like I've wronged you. Here drink some honey water. I'll give you a massage OK?" How could Yujing miss the grievance in Qingge's voice? Even in the Lin house, although they neglected him and were verbally rude to him, no one dared to physically abuse him. Yujing wondered if he had been too hasty, Qingge was only eighteen after all.

Qingge took the drink and felt better as the honey moistened his parched throat. The hand at his waist also did wonders in alleviating his discomfort. Combined with the honey water, they served to completely dispel the thread of grievance in his heart. He became more awake and alert as his head cleared. It was then that he realized he had no clothes on. Blushing uncontrollably, he said, "Yujing, my clothes. I want to get dressed."

"OK, but let me know if you feel uncomfortable anywhere else. Don't suffer in silence OK?" Yujing patiently coaxed Qingge. He stood up and picked out some clothes for Qingge to wear. Yujing specifically paid attention to Qingge's behind as Qingge dressed. He was relieved to find nothing unusual.

"En. Just now it wasn't that I felt you did me wrong. It was just that it hurt more than expected," Qingge awkwardly tried to correct the misunderstanding. He didn't make a fuss about Yujing checking out his rear, after all it wasn't like the other party hadn't already seen everything.

After dressing and washing up Yujing carried Qingge downstairs. It wasn't that Qingge was so pained he couldn't walk on his own, it was just that his legs were a little tired. That this was the only issue was amazing. He was originally worried his body wouldn't be able to handle it, and wasn't sure what he would do if things fell apart. Fortunately, everything worked out.

This was all thanks to the aftercare Yujing gave him, ministrations that Qingge was completely oblivious to. Yujing had soaked him in really hot water and rinsed him clean before bringing him to bed and covering him oppressively with thick blankets, cocooning him like a mummy and forcing him to sweat profusely. Qingge did have a slight fever but because Yujing kept his body temperature so high, he was able to sweat it out in his sleep.

Yujing carried Qingge to the living room and deposited his lover on the couch. With a smile he said, "Sit here. I'll get breakfast going."

Breakfast was mung bean porridge. Yujing purposefully added extra sugar to sweeten it up. There was even a jujube cake on the side. It was such a wonderful way to wake up, how could anyone complain or want to be a slouch in bed?

Supporting a lover who loved food wasn't bad. This lover of his had a big heart who would let bygones be bygones as long as there was something good to eat. Yujing calculated how much food to buy for the menu he had in mind. He wanted to diversify their meals as much as possible so Qingge wouldn't get tired of eating the same things everyday.