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“dr. gu. was that one of the druggies that got us into trouble last time?” the senior resident whispered in a hushed tone, legs hastily catching up on the tall surgeon’s wide steps as they exit the operation theatre after a late-night emergency. the squish and squash of their rubber shoes echoed in the desolated hallway. it was way past working hours anyway.
“66-year-old patient rushed in with colchicine overdose, prescribed for long term acute gout. so, no. does that sound like a drug addict to you?” gu wei spared a glance to his side, the shorter man cowering from the nonchalant tone of his senior. “n-no but…” he stammered as they exit the double door where the patient’s family was waiting. the poor lady had a cardigan wrapped around her outfit, probably just coming home from the grocery. she didn’t look sad the slightest bit – shaken – but no tears; zoning out while the two doctors approached.
gu wei turned towards the poor resident with an urging look. “b-but… i heard from the nurses the detective that interrogated us last month is waiting outside,” he trailed off, head going lower and lower, and shoulders hunched under the surgeon’s steady gaze. gu wei, on the other hand, perked up at the resident’s words.
“oh, really? well, it seems like my shift is done. i think you’ve done this enough so you can talk to the wife about the patient’s condition. i have three days off so if you need anything, just refer to dr. jing. i’m taking my leave now.” gu wei bowed his head with a barely contained smile gracing his lips before he rushed off to his office, leaving a very dumbfounded resident behind.
there were murmurs from the staff stationed at the emergency room when gu wei walked past them to exit the building after he was done changing out of his scrub. being the polite gentleman that he is, he usually would drop by before he left but that night, he was literally buzzing in his pants that he could not pay attention to the gossip not so discreetly being whispered in the semi-idyllic room.
just outside, where the staff usually parked their car, was a man dressed casually in a shirt tucked into slim-fitted dark jeans. he pushed off the hood of the reverse-parked car when gu wei emerged under the blinding ‘EMERGENCY’ sign. but even the brightness that could be seen twenty feet away was no match to the smile that broke on the surgeon’s face as he recognised the man leaning on his mpv.
“chen yu!” gu wei exclaimed breathlessly as he ran into the arms of the waiting detective. nowhere to be seen was his usual professional persona that was borderline cold and unapproachable.
chen yu inhaled the scent radiating from the surgeon’s warm neck. he reeked of alcohol disinfectant and other chemical associated with sterileness and hospital in general. it was slightly dizzying but chen yu was not planning to let go of the embrace for something as minuscule as that.
“weiwei, i missed you.” chen yu placed a soft, close-mouthed smooch on the taller man’s nape before pulling away to arrange the glasses perched on his lover’s nose. “did you run out with your glasses falling off like that?” he tapped the surgeon’s red nose gently. gu wei – the private gu wei – pouted. he bared his teeth and threatened to bite the finger lingering on his face much to chen yu’s amusement.
“okay, okay. can’t let the best doctor in town get sick for being out at night.” chen yu wrapped his strong arm around gu wei’s thin waist, fishing out the car key and looking smug at it as the surgeon’s face burned in embarrassment.
other times, gu wei would probably tease chen yu for being a silly, cheesy romantic but that night he let himself being ushered into his own car and having his seatbelt put on by the detective before the latter ran to the passenger side to bring them home.
“yu-ge!” gu wei called out as he emerged from the kitchen after their dinner. he had prevented his detective boyfriend from doing any work, saying he deserved to be pampered for coming home from a mission unscathed this time. he would never pass the chance to celebrate his boyfriend’s homecoming – chen yu worked in the anti-narcotic department anyway – but he desperately wished he didn’t have to thank the god of good luck so often for returning his lover every time because the man himself lacked any sense of self-preservation. gu wei at that point had already given up the idea of talking his lover out of danger lest he upset him. chen yu respected his career working odd hours and burning himself to his final ashes for someone else so he needed to do the same to chen yu.
“in here!” came the reply in the direction of the main bedroom just right down the opposite hallway. the apartment was small yet cosy, decorated with taste yet still looking homely for a unit that rarely housed its owners.
gu wei stopped by the doorway as he peered inside. their door to their ensuite was closed and the lighting of the room had been dimmed, creating an almost sensual atmosphere. the cherry on top was chen yu who was lounging on his side on the bed as he scrolled down whatever on his phone. the wide tv perched on the wall across was turned on to a random sports channel. gu wei bet it was the Olympics. he was sure it was the Olympics rerun.
his fair complexion, however, darkened to a crimson flush as he saw the stuff splayed on their cosy king bed. the sheet was already layered with another waterproof layer, plain as could be. the humidifier on the nightstand his side of the bed was turned on, puffing smokes that smelt a lot like sandalwood – calming and earthly. gu wei blushed harder when he saw the towel at the foot of the bed as well as the jar of oil – massage oil on chen yu’s nightstand. right beside his bunny nightlight.
“what are you doing there? come here.” chen yu finally looked up, throwing his phone onto his pillow as he beckoned gu wei to come closer. the surgeon meekly walked closer before climbing atop his boyfriend, letting his face peppered with fluttering kisses. satisfied with the pampering, chen yu finally laid his mouth on gu wei’s waiting ones. the kiss was close-mouthed but did not lack the heat as gu wei took the initiative to deepen, pushing himself closer as possible as he let himself basked in chen yu’s love.
“strip, baobei.”
chen yu bit gu wei’s swollen bottom lip as the latter shuddered at the sudden command. there was a teasing lilt at the end, matching the smirk on chen yu’s equally swollen lips, but an order was an order, regardless. “gege?” chen yu just arched one brow as he gave gu wei his signature lopsided smile. “is this what you had to learn during your mission?”
that seemed to tickle the serious-looking detective’s funny bone as he croaked a peal of hilarious laughter. his head was thrown back, displaying his jutting adam’s apple. gu wei took the opportunity to nip on it in vengeance.
“come on. i want to pamper you too. plus, i need to show you going to those missions don’t always put my life on the line. i can learn a new skill too.” this time he wiggled his brows as gu wei finally relented. he begrudgingly moved from the comfortable spot on top of chen yu to rid himself of the comfortable cardigan and cotton tee before moving to the plaid bottom. his hand hovered above his brief as he met eyes with chen yu. “strip,” the detective simply said.
gu wei could feel himself chubbing slightly but nothing hinting otherwise. a massage was not particularly the sexy part. it was the person who he was with.
“come here, baobei.” there was a funny look on gu wei’s face as he eyed chen yu excitedly puffing up the pillow in the middle of the bed before moving aside so the surgeon could crawl to his designated spot.
“good boy,” chen yu praised as he rewarded his boyfriend with a kiss on the crown of his head. gu wei finally relaxed, closing his eyes. his boyfriend probably forgot one part which is the background noise but knowing him, gu wei was sure chen yu would feel more relaxed listening to sports commentary than some random relaxing music. brains, you know.
there was some shuffling around and through his peripheral vision, gu wei could see a fleeting object – very likely chen yu’s tank top he was wearing until moments ago. “gege…” gu wei drawled and it made chen yu scampering for the oil.
“okay, okay. now just relax and let this gege take care of you, okay?” gu wei hummed in reply, barely in time to swallow the satisfied moan from the first contact of chen yu’s warm and slick finger on his shoulders. “are you ready?” chen yu paused again until gu wei responded with, “aye, aye, captain.”
something inside the surgeon’s gut twisted and his chest bloomed with a fluttering feeling as his boyfriend laughed freely at his reply. “not yet, baobei.”
after a little more shuffling, both to get the surgeon and the masseur comfortable, chen yu finally placed his long fingers on gu wei’s scalp. gu wei took a huge gulp of sandalwood-scented air at the same time chen yu tested the pressure. after fumbling for a moment, his nimble fingers finally began moving gently in circle with added pressure. gu wei melted further and further into the comfortable pillow that if it were physically possible, he would have probably disappeared in the mattress. the sensation of chen yu’s long and thick fingers moving along his scalp down to the back of his head until they reached his warming nape was to die for. there was no way gu wei could hold in the moan as chen yu began applying upward circular motion starting from the base of his skull up to where his hairline was.
“you’ve grown out your hair,” chen yu commented in passing to which gu wei just hummed back, lost in the magic touch.
chen yu took a couple more minutes to finish massaging his head and neck before moving to his shoulders and back – the vital areas. there were more offhanded comments thrown here and there and gu wei only had half a mind to reply to some of them, mostly letting his moans riled his masseur up – albeit unintentionally.
when he felt it though, he could not help but jerk awake. eyes wide and focused as chen yu continued circling his calloused thumb pad on his puckered hole. “yu-ge? what are you doing?” gu wei tried turning his head to look behind him but upon the slightest movement, chen yu retaliated with a short breeching push into the unprepared hole. “a-ah. chen yu, don’t be so cruel.”
chen yu retracted his fingers before saying, “full body massage, remember?” gu wei snorted. “did you learn this too during your mission?” chen yu retaliated by breaching the tight muscle until his first knuckle. “no. you don’t want me to,” he cheekily remarked as he withdrew his finger again much to his boyfriend’s dismay. “good,” sighed gu wei, albeit a little whiney from losing the delicious sensation inside him.
gu wei jerked in place, eyes shooting opened when suddenly his backside was overwhelmed with the warm, steady drip of the massage oil. he could not help but moan when chen yu collected the excess oil and liberally coated it on his tight furl, probably making him all shiny and wet. the detective then, without a warning, inserted his index finger in to the first knuckle. the lucky bastard was blessed with long fingers, hence long knuckle. he fought the urge to just plunge when gu wei’s inside pulsed against his finger. “a-wei, calm down.” chen yu placed one hand on the dimple of gu wei’s back, the pressure not helping in curbing the carnal desire running rampage inside the latter. “can’t help i missed you so much,” gu wei mumbled into the pillow, thankfully still audible to his personal masseur.
the detective slowly began masturbating his lover, turning his finger as he wiggled for more space. he repeated until he managed to make space for his third knuckle. pride of some sort swelled in him as he basked in the tightness of his lover. he had been away for two weeks on the other side of the country tracking down a growing drug cartel. it was not as dangerous as his other mission but a mission regardless.
once chen yu found the rounded lump, it became almost like turning on a switch as gu wei raised his head to release a high-pitched moan. “fuck, yes.” chen yu usually rushed the preparation with him but god knew if the man had been cultivating or something that he was making sure he was doing it only with the pad of his finger on not just the tip.
“chen yu, chen yu- ah!” gu wei swallowed a scream when chen yu continued abusing the lump of nerves inside him, his long finger making it easy to reach gu wei’s prostate with the calloused pad of his index finger. gu wei’s vision blurred with tears as he felt chen yu’s other fingers rubbing against his opening. he felt hot and squirmy, cock standing straight and nestled under him against the mattress.
“bet you can come just with one finger, old man.” chen yu teased with a mischievous cackling, pressing the hand that had moved lower to gu wei’s glorious peach harder. “who’s the old man- ah! yu-ge, please, please…” the doctor groaned as chen yu roughly parted his asscheek, revealing his pulsating hole. he was practically drooling onto his pillow and before he knew it, his vision turned white as a hot, lightning-like sensation zapped through him. gu wei squirmed and twitched in place as his cock pumped out strings then dollops of cum, staining the cover under him.
“fuck you’re so hot.” chen yu finally turned his boyfriend around when he was sure the latter had come down from his high. gu wei panted with his eyes closed, abs that were taut now relaxed and painted white, some reaching his huge areolas that chen yu cheekily called ‘chocolates’.
“fuck, i should get a massage every month,” was the first thing gu wei said as he melted into the mattress while chen yu cleaned him up with a clean towel. he received a sharp pinch on one of his sensitive nipples at that. when he opened his eyes, chen yu was openly glaring at him, childish with jealousy painted all over his pouty face.
“hey. it’s not like you’ve been away from home for more than a month. and that’s not going to happen, not on my watch.” gu wei pulled his sulking boyfriend down, placing a kiss gingerly on his swollen lips. chen yu suddenly gasped, parting and looking down to where gu wei managed to snake his hand to. “come on, gege, it’s your turn.”
chen yu had to swallow his complaint as gu wei expertly pulled out his erection, angry red at the tip and warm to the touch. “don’t deny yourself, qin ai de.” those nimble fingers began pumping the proud erection, making more precum collecting on the tip before it was smeared to ease the slide.
gu wei grinned in triumphant when he heard chen yu hissing as he threw his head back, letting himself caressed down there.
“yu-ge, come closer,” gu wei whispered as he stealthily pressed the tip of his finger on the hole of chen yu’s cock, causing the latter to groan and twitch under his ministration.
with some shuffling, chen yu managed to rest himself against the headboard as his lithe boyfriend settled between his parted legs. the image was so sinful he had to close his eyes to stop himself from coming too soon. gu wei knew how to present himself, hence he pulled himself up into a position where his rear was raised higher than his entire body with the small of his back dipped into a curve that accentuated his whole figure. “gege, do i look that good? my eyes are down here?” gu wei called as he smirked at the besotted look on his boyfriend’s face.
chen yu turned his focus downward, and his vixen of a boyfriend chose that moment to wrap his pretty little mouth around the phallic head. he sucked in his cheeks as his tongue swiped the bitter precum, mentally patting himself when he heard the thud of chen yu’s head hitting the headboard. “how are you so good at this?”
as if wanting to prove his point, gu wei slowly swallowed the huge erection. he eased inch by inch into his cavern, building up until his gag reflex no longer protested the intrusion. one of gu wei’s hands scrambled to reach one of chen yu’s before placing it on the back of his head, then replacing it to wrap against the part of the cock he could not fit in his mouth.
when gu wei was sure chen yu had gotten his message, he pulled off to whisper sultrily, “use me, detective chen.”
it was a cue for chen yu to slowly thrust deeper, even more turned on when he heard gu wei gurgling around his cock, looking up with teary eyes. he was the very image of a pornstar as he struggled around the massive cock tearing his lips apart. chen yu pulled his boyfriend by the hair at the back of his head, letting him gasp for breath before thrusting his dick back inside the opened mouth.
gu wei was openly crying, face dirty with snort and saliva when the tightness in chen yu’s belly unravelled, orgasm crashing him like a huge tidal wave. he pushed even deeper as his hips thrust to ease out the cum gushing out the tip of his cock.
the surgeon immediately pulled out the cock when the grip at the back of his head relaxed, causing some cum to splatter across his left cheek. he closed one eye just in case, waiting for the detective to come down his high.
“good?” gu wei asked while he lazily sucked the cum, collected on his fingers. chen yu just shook his head as his boyfriend smiled sweetly at him as if he was not stark naked, swallowing ejaculation that was released into his mouth and a little on his face.
“you’d be the death of me,” chen yu said as he caressed gu wei’s cheek. hearing him, gu wei immediately felt himself sulking. “hey, i don’t like that word.”
chen yu just laughed as he grabbed the towel to clean his boyfriend face before climbing off the bed and taking gu wei into his arms. “fine, fine. i’m sorry, okay, baobei?” he placed a gentle kiss to the tip of gu wei’s nose when the man finally rewarded him with a contented smile that had the crowfeet at the edge of his sparkling eyes appearing.
“apology accepted.”