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Historians will call them anything but.
Heat spiralled across the surface of his skin, water dripping over with an irritated manner. Xie Lian continued walking despite the heat and exhaustion threating his health, hand fanning lazily to cool down where his cheeks were red and hot. “Ge,” cooed Hua Cheng, appearing right beside him with a smile, holding a gourd out to him, shoulder bumping slightly into Xie Lian’s. Xie Lian smiled at him back, and he took the bottle, taking a small sip before returning it to Hua Cheng. A shake of his head made him stop walking, and he could see how Hua Cheng too followed in his pace.
“Tired, ge?” asked Hua Cheng, moving closer to Xie Lian with his arms behind his back and his body swaying to touch Xie Lian’s. Xie Lian’s skin burst with a pink colour, his eyes widening. “En,” he nodded in reply, a shy smile playing on his lips. The harsh heat cooled when the pair raced to hide under a nearby tree, shade full of wind and calm, air cooler than the sunlight’s territory. Hua Cheng offered the gourd of water again, and he smiled of happiness when the offer was accepted.
His eyes glistened over as Xie Lian’s lips glided over the mouth of the vase, reflection of water shining the details of the sky in the elder’s expression, and he could not help but keep staring when the water touched his tongue and slipped passed with a swallow. “San Lang,” said Xie Lian, causing Hua Cheng to regain his focus, yet the face of perfection staring right at him – face so close that his breath was barely a measure – made him fall over in love. The gourd was slid into his hand, Xie Lian walking off to cover his blush.
The weight of the gourd fell from Hua Cheng’s hands, ceramic landing on the ground with a muffled thud, his hand reaching to grab Xie Lian’s wrist, spinning him around in the process. A mutual gaze was held, Xie Lian’s nose bumping slightly with Hua Cheng’s, their lips barely a cun apart. Xie Lian’s rosy blush reappeared, blending into his pale skin with embarrassment, and he pulled back suddenly – but Hua Cheng’s grip kept on, forearm restricting Xie Lian from moving any further away. “San-”
Lips covered his voice from exerting more sound, tongue muffling articulation from being possible. A pressure made his body collide into the tree, tiptoeing to adjust their position. Hua Cheng pinned Xie Lian against the pine, letting his tongue slip across the inside of Xie Lian’s mouth, before pulling back and lightly pressing his lips against his again.
“San Lang,” whined Xie Lian, pushing weakly at the other’s chest. Hua Cheng simply ignored the complaint, instead murmuring his lips across Xie Lian’s, words forming in the intimate action. “I don’t care we’re in public, ge,” he said against his lips, words swallowed by the sweet kiss that they savoured under the shade of a hot Summer.
But history hates lovers.