Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 146: Don’t stop

Water gleamed on the sculpted planes of Jian Ci’s shoulders, tracing the deep groove of his spine. Every muscle was defined, from the powerful sweep of his lats down to the tantalizing dip just above his ass.

The water ran in rivulets over the curve of his buttocks, and Yu Xi’s mouth went dry. A feverish heat ignited under his own skin, burning through his veins. He wanted to touch. God, he wanted to touch. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He wanted to slide his palms over every wet, hard inch, to follow those water trails with his fingertips, to dig his hands into that firm, perfect ass and pull Jian Ci against him.

He stepped into the shower. The spray was off, but the tiles were slick, the air heavy and wet. He picked up the rough, woven scrub cloth and poured a stream of body wash onto it, working it into a lather. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet.

The mist swirled between them, thick with tension. Seeing that Yu Xi hadn’t moved in a long while, Jian Ci spoke, his voice dripping with playful tone.

"Little Xi?" he said, turning around.

Yu Xi’s hands shot out, landing firmly on Jian Ci’s wet shoulders. His fingers bit into the muscle. "Don’t look back," Yu Xi ground out, his voice tighter than he intended.

Jian Ci’s shoulders relaxed under his grip. "Oh, okay," he said, his tone light, but he didn’t turn away immediately. He gave a small, almost imperceptible roll of his shoulders against Yu Xi’s palms before finally facing the wall again.

Yu Xi pressed the cloth to Jian Ci’s back and began to scrub. Hard. He focused on the motion, on the rough texture of the cloth, on the pink flush it left on Jian Ci’s skin. He thought about the exam.

About the psychic beasts they might encounter. About the goddamn weather. Anything to keep the image of Jian Ci’s ass out of his mind, to stop the heat from pooling in his own groin.

"Put your back into it," Jian Ci said, glancing over his shoulder. "You are scrubbing like you are washing porcelain."

"Eyes front," Yu Xi ordered, his voice rough. He scrubbed a circle over Jian Ci’s left shoulder blade, pressing down until the muscle yielded.

Jian Ci obeyed, letting his head fall forward. "Don’t you want to sleep early today? Tomorrow will be hectic."

"Just one more revision and we can go to bed," Yu Xi muttered, his movements becoming rhythmic, automatic. The distraction was working.

Then Jian Ci groaned. It was a low, deep sound that vibrated through his back and straight into Yu Xi’s hands. "Yeah... ah," Jian Ci sighed, his voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that."

Yu Xi stopped dead. His whole body tingled, a sharp, electric jolt that shot from his scalp to his heels. The heat he had been fighting surged, gathering at his crotch with a vicious, demanding pressure. He could feel his cock, fully hard now, straining against the wet fabric of his pants.

"Don’t stop," Jian Ci murmured.

"If you keep talking," Yu Xi said, the words clipped, "I will stop."

He saw Jian Ci’s hand come up in the foggy mirror, making a playful zipping motion across his lips. Yu Xi didn’t trust it. He scrubbed faster now, rough, efficient strokes down the length of Jian Ci’s spine and back up. He was done in three more furious passes. He threw the cloth. It hit Jian Ci’s lower back with a wet slap and fell to the shower floor.

"I am done," Yu Xi announced, already stepping back.

"Hey, thanks—" Jian Ci started, turning.

But Yu Xi was gone. The bathroom door hissed shut behind him.

Yu Xi didn’t stop. He went into his bedroom, grabbed his long coat from the hook, and wrapped it around himself, pulling the fabric tight to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. He needed air. He needed cold. He needed to not be in this place where the very steam seemed to smell like Jian Ci.

The night air was a shock, crisp and sharp. He walked without direction, the cool breeze cutting through the dampness of his shirt and doing fuck-all to calm the fire in his blood.

Every step was a reminder of the hard, aching weight between his legs. He went to the vending machine, bought two cold bottles of tea, and walked back, the cold plastic a temporary anchor in his hands.

When the apartment door slid open, the sight that greeted him stole the air from his lungs all over again.

Jian Ci stood in the middle of the living room, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. It rode low, so low it showed the sharp cut of his hip bones and the deep ’V’ of his mermaid line leading down, down, down beneath the terrycloth.

Water droplets still glistened on the defined planes of his abdomen, trailing paths through the faint dusting of hair below his navel. His hair was a damp, dark mess, sticking to his forehead. The silver pendant on his chest rested against his sternum, a cool contrast to his warm, flushed skin.

Jian Ci threw a smaller towel over his head, ruffling his hair dry. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric.

Yu Xi held up the drinks, his throat too tight to speak.

Jian Ci peeked out from under the towel. "Oh. I was wondering." He reached out and Yu Xi passed him a bottle. Their fingers brushed. The touch seared into Yu Xi like a brand.

"Thanks," Jian Ci said, twisting the cap off. He lifted the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back. His throat worked as he swallowed, the long line of his neck exposed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Yu Xi couldn’t fucking breathe. This was a full-on seduction and he was drowning in it.

Jian Ci lowered the bottle, licking a drop of liquid from his bottom lip. "I am going to change so we can start revising again," he said, turning towards the hallway.

The fire Yu Xi had tried to extinguish roared back to life, hotter and more insistent than before. It was an inferno. "I forgot to get snacks," Yu Xi blurted out, his voice strained.

Jian Ci paused, looking back over his shoulder. "We have a lot of snacks."

"We can never have too much," Yu Xi said, already backing towards the door. He needed out. Now.

"Oh, get me some gummy bears," Jian Ci called after him.

The door slid shut before Yu Xi could respond. He heard the faint, puzzled, "Huh?" from the other side as he slumped against the wall in the hallway outside. He slid down until he was crouched on his heels, his back against the cool metal of the door.