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“You suck!” Shen Qingqiu hissed and immediately bit his tongue.
However, there was no one else nearby: everyone had hurried off the moment they’d realised Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge were arguing again. The damn Baizhan bastard made Shen Qingqiu see red with a single look, to the point where Shen Qingqiu’s composure disappeared without a trace and he wanted to cause as much pain as possible, in any way he could. Just like in the past on the streets, when victory at any cost was the most important thing.
The damn Baizhan bastard huffed arrogantly, and Shen Qingqiu lost it again. Liu Qingge would probably remind him of his cursing at every occasion, say that Shen Qingqiu was cussing like a street rat.
“Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it,” Liu Qingge replied calmly and raised an eyebrow, looking at Shen Qingqiu’s dumbfounded expression. Not receiving any answer, he curled his lips in a condescending sneer. “Thought so. You’re all bark and no bite after all.”
Liu Qingge had been long gone, yet Shen Qingqiu kept standing glued to his place, blinking in bafflement. He only got to Qingjing peak in the twilight, stumbled into his room and fell on the bed without getting undressed. His mind was racing, and Shen Qingqiu tried to concentrate, yet he could think of nothing but utter nonsense: like the fact that Liu Qingge had beautiful lips. And that Liu Qingge would look gorgeous kneeling with Shen Qingqiu’s dick in his mouth. Shen Qingqiu would be able to pet his hair, touch the mole under his eye, push inside the pliant wetness…
Shen Qingqiu gave up and slid his palm into his pants.
The fantasy refused to go away. Shen Qingqiu even stopped looking for arguments with Liu Qingge at peak lord meetings: his head was taken over by other things, and Shen Qingqiu was left unable to come up with a suitable insult, busy with his attempts to subdue his rioting body.
Finally he decided it couldn’t go on like that and flew to Baizhan. Liu Qingge was stretching at the training ground in front of his adepts, so Shen Qingqiu came closer, grabbed him above the elbow: he wasn’t ready to humiliate himself in full view of the whole Baizhan pack.
Liu Qingge allowed himself to be led into a secluded place and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Shen Qingqiu gulped.
“Shidi… would you please suck me off?”
There. Now Liu Qingge would refuse, and Shen Qingqiu would have every right to return the comment about being all bark and no bite…
Liu Qingge smirked with a corner of his mouth and went down on his knees.
Shen Qingqiu had no idea if Liu Qingge was good with… this sort of weapons: he had no point of comparison. He must have been good: Shen Qingqiu lasted frustratingly little. But who would be able to fare better in his shoes, looking at Liu Qingge’s stretched lips, spit-shining and puffy?..
Shen Qingqiu barely managed to walk on his way back from Baizhan. He had no idea what to think: why had Liu Qingge agreed? Why had he even suggested it? From the corner of his eye Shen Qingqiu had noticed Liu Qingge quickly pressing his palm between his legs when he’d… so what, did he like kneeling? Polishing other people’s swords? Shen Qingqiu had a fleeting idea to call Liu Qingge a whore and immediately scolded himself: if he lost his temper, Liu Qingge would never agree to suck him off again.
And yet Shen Qingqiu lost his temper: after yet another lost sparring, when Liu Qingge looked awfully arrogant and even started telling Shen Qingqiu how to hold his sword and which point to strike.
“Fuck you!” Shen Qingqiu yelled in helpless fury. Liu Qingge just snorted in response.
“In your dreams.”
Was that it?.. Shen Qingqiu gulped, feeling his throat tighten. On the other hand, what had he expected? For Liu Qingge to agree? Why would he? Shen Qingqiu had probably seemed pathetic and incompetent: he’d spilt embarrassingly fast, he hadn’t even touched Liu Qingge back, then he’d silently left.
He wondered: if he apologised, if he asked very politely… Would Liu Qingge’s response change?