The more Fu Sichen hurried him, the more nervous Pei Zhen became. Eventually, he was so frustrated that he pulled up his zipper. "I'm not going to do it!"
"How could you not!"
Pei Zhen wanted out, but Fu Sichen didn't allow it. He stood between Pei Zhen and the doorway, then pushed his young boyfriend back towards the urinal.
"What are you nervous about? We're both men."
Pei Zhen was red from his face down to his shoulder. "Bull! You're not straight!"
Who knew what would happen when a gay man and a straight man were alone together.
"Would I have been able to hook you if I were straight?" Fu Sichen wouldn't budge an inch no matter what Pei Zhen said. He walked around and held Pei Zhen from behind, unzipping Pei Zhen's pants. "Here, I'm helping you."
Pei Zhen almost died.
"Not coming out?" Fu Sichen's lips brushed against Pei Zhen's earlobes, causing a tingling and electrifying response. "Do I have to whistle?"
