After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 9

“If you keep touching me, I am afraid I will not be able to hold back, babe.”

Han Yan had not expected Adams to be so observant. He had noticed Han Yan had ear piercings even though Han Yan had not worn earrings once since arriving at the farm.

Han Yan checked himself in the mirror, quite satisfied with Adams’ taste. Knowing Adams would never let him pay, and considering how much the man had bought for him today, Han Yan felt he should return the favor. He glanced around the shop and asked the clerk for a neutral necklace recommendation.

The clerk looked at the stud in his ear and smiled, saying they happened to have a black opal necklace that was part of a set with the earrings.

Adams assumed Han Yan wanted to buy another necklace for himself and thought the other man would look good in one. Just as he was anticipating seeing Han Yan wear it, the other man took the necklace from the clerk, reached around Adams’ neck, and fastened it. Han Yan’s fingertips brushed against the skin of Adams’ nape.

With a soft “click,” the necklace settled against Adams’ chest. A black opal was set in a simple, elegant silver oval frame. Han Yan rubbed the stone twice; it felt smooth and cool.

Adams stared blankly at Han Yan’s distinct eyelashes.

“We will take this one. I will pay with Apple Pay.”

Han Yan let go and pulled out his phone. Seeing the notification for a successful payment of nearly a thousand dollars, his heart seized for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mindset. The price was actually fair; black opals were rare and expensive, and Australian opals were the gold standard of the industry, possessing a quality unmatched by other regions.

Besides, he really did owe Adams a decent Christmas gift. The amount Adams had spent on him today was more than ten times the price of this necklace—closer to a hundred times.

He hooked the chain of the necklace and casually swung the pendant. “Here, a late Christmas present.”

Adams looked down at Han Yan’s slender fingers and said huskily, “Thank you.”

“If you really want to thank me, why don’t you call me ‘Brother’ (Ge)?”

Han Yan only intended to tease him, but Adams did not catch the playful tone. He actually opened his mouth and solemnly said, “Brother.”

The sound made Han Yan feel comfortable from head to toe, as if every pore in his body had opened. He could not resist reaching out to pinch the man’s chin. “Good boy.”

Han Yan also picked out a ring for Zhou Fangrong and a lighter case for John while in the shop. Adams tried to pay, but Han Yan refused; it would be improper to buy gifts for the grandparents using the grandson’s money. These items were not expensive, and Han Yan could afford them.

Zhou Fangrong and John were delighted with their gifts. Zhou Fangrong, in particular, was so moved that she dragged Han Yan around to buy another round of clothes before finally stopping.

Returning to the villa that night, Han Yan looked at the mountain of clothes and did not know whether to laugh or cry. After showering, he specifically applied the new perfume he bought today and wandered over to Adams’ room.

Adams was drying his hair. When he opened the door, his gaze immediately fell on the delicate collarbones peeking out from Han Yan’s loose neckline. He pursed his lips.

Han Yan admired Adams’ bare torso, his eyes deepening. This was the first time he had seen the man without a shirt. Droplets of water from his hair slid down his firm chest, over his well-defined abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into the waistband of his pants along his V-line.

Han Yan swallowed hard, crossed his arms, and tilted his head with a smile. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit?”

Adams stepped aside to let him in and closed the door. Han Yan flopped onto Adams’ bed and beckoned to him. Adams walked over and looked down at him, hesitating before speaking.

“Han Yan, you don’t actually need to worry about my family’s opinion.”

“Hmm?” Han Yan was confused.

“My grandmother and grandfather have no issue with homosexuality. They even voted in favor when same-sex marriage was legalized in Australia. So, we don’t need to hide our relationship. They won’t object.”

Wait, we aren’t in a serious relationship… at most, we are… friends with benefits?

That did not seem right either, since they had not actually “done it” yet. Regardless, with their ambiguous status, was there really a need to tell the grandparents? Are old people these days really this open-minded?

Han Yan did not believe it. He felt his scalp go numb because he realized Adams truly thought they were dating. But Han Yan had no intention of being in a relationship. What is the point of feelings? Isn’t it better to just have sex? You can leave whenever you want without getting hurt. I don’t want to suffer the bitterness of love at all!

Han Yan did not want to argue about this right now; it gave him a headache. He inconspicuously changed the subject and told Adams to lean down. The man obeyed. He hooked his arm around Adams’ neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Adams’ lips were met with a soft pressure, and the scent of crisp yet sweet perfume surrounded him. He closed his eyes and supported the back of Han Yan’s head, pressing him down onto the bed. His tongue pried open Han Yan’s lips, and the taste of mint instantly filled their mouths.

Han Yan rubbed Adams’ earlobes before slowly moving his hand down the man’s chest. A low groan escaped Adams’ throat, and Han Yan lightly bit his lower lip.

“Uncomfortable?”

Adams’ eyes were filled with uncontrollable desire. The veins on his arms were bulging and twitching with his movements. “Han Yan…”

Han Yan pecked the corner of his mouth and coaxed him against his lips, “Call me ‘Brother,’ Adams.”

“Brother…”

Han Yan bit into his Adam’s apple. Following a sharp intake of breath, he stopped. When Adams calmed down, Han Yan released his teeth, leaving a faint ring of teeth marks on the man’s throat.

He pinched Adams’ chin and raised an eyebrow. “Feel better?”

Without waiting for a response, he pulled the man’s head down. “But I am still uncomfortable. Help me, Adams, hmm?”

…

Adams choked and could not help but cough twice. Han Yan looked at the man’s red ear-tips, reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, and patted his face while leaning against his forehead. He smiled with lazy, raspy eyes, looking like a satisfied cat.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Zhou Fangrong was a restless soul. The day after walking 20,000 steps, she dragged the whole family to the beach.

The beach was crowded for Christmas. Han Yan lay back to enjoy a sunbath, his lower body soaking in the pleasantly warm seawater. Droplets of water from the waves slid down his slender neck, shimmering in the sun.

Zhou Fangrong and John sat under an umbrella nearby, wearing sunglasses and sipping cold drinks.

“Adams, take the sunscreen to Xiao Han. The UV rays at the beach are strong; don’t let him get burned. Remember to apply it yourself, too. Don’t be lazy. I saw on the news that the rate of skin cancer in Australia has increased again this year.”

Zhou Fangrong called out to Adams, who had just come out in his swim trunks, and tossed him a bottle of sunscreen.

Han Yan’s latissimus muscles were spread wide, and the indentation of his spine looked like a valley shadow extending to the edge of his trunks. His skin had a delicate, pearl-like glow.

“Adams?” Han Yan sensed the shadow over him and opened his eyes to see Adams’ deep gaze. He raised an eyebrow.

“Grandma is afraid you’ll get burned, so she asked me to bring you sunscreen.” Adams repeated the instructions plainly and handed over the bottle. Han Yan did not take it; he sat up, leaned forward, and arched his back.

“Apply it for me. I can’t reach the back.”

Adams’ breath hitched. He silently unscrewed the cap, squeezed the white lotion into his palm, and pressed it against Han Yan’s back. The silk-like texture under his hand made his breathing heavy. His rough palms kept brushing against the delicate skin, triggering an indescribable itch.

As his palm moved down, nearly touching Han Yan’s symmetrical waist dimples, Han Yan suddenly grabbed Adams’ arm. Adams looked at him in confusion.

Han Yan’s eyes were misty. He pulled the corner of his mouth into an unsteady smile and let out a light laugh. “That’s enough. If you keep touching me, I am afraid I will not be able to hold back, babe.”

Adams froze and silently withdrew his hand.

The two sat in silence, surrounded by the sound of waves hitting the shore and the laughter of the crowd.

“Did you apply your sunscreen?” Han Yan asked suddenly.

Adams realized he had not. He said “not yet,” and just as he was about to open the bottle, it was snatched from his hand. “Turn around. I’ll do it for you.”

Adams obediently turned his back to Han Yan. Every muscle on his back was deep and well-defined, like a masterpiece carved by the Creator. Han Yan squeezed some lotion and rubbed it onto Adams’ back. Every place his fingertips touched became tense, and a thin layer of sweat even broke out.

He curled his lips, reached around Adams’ waist, and wickedly felt the man’s firm abdominal muscles. Tsk, the texture is great.

Adams’ body stiffened. He gripped Han Yan’s wrist tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging terrifyingly. He said through gritted teeth, “Han. Yan.”

If the setting were not wrong, Han Yan would not have let Adams go so easily. He withdrew his hand with some regret and handed the sunscreen back. He said casually, “Now you know why I said that earlier, right?”

Adams could still feel the warmth of Han Yan’s touch. The fingertips sliding across his back felt like a light feather making him itch uncontrollably. He let out a heavy breath and gave a soft “Mm.”

Once their sunscreen had dried, Han Yan stood up and patted the sand off his trunks. His backside was round and firm, making Adams’ throat go dry for a moment. Han Yan stretched his arms and gave him a half-smile.

“Want to race, Adams?”

Adams suppressed the restlessness in his heart and feigned composure. “How?”

“A swimming race. If you can catch me, I’ll grant you a wish. How about it?”

“Deal.”

Han Yan curled his lips and leaped into the sea, his body forming a graceful arc in the air like an elegant dolphin. Adams followed immediately. The two figures chased each other; the one in front would occasionally slow down, only to accelerate and pull away just as the one behind was about to catch up. He was teasingly elusive.

Adams grew a bit discouraged. He opened his eyes underwater and looked at the hazy figure in front of him. Although they were less than a meter apart, he felt an unexplainable distance—as if he could never catch up in his lifetime.

Han Yan suddenly stopped swimming, turned around, and opened his arms. Adams froze for a second, then swam over and grabbed the other man’s waist. Han Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled, cupping Adams’ face and leaning in to share oxygen.

When they ran out of air, they rose to the surface together. Han Yan brushed his wet hair back, and water rolled down his straight nose.

“No good, Little Brother. Why are you so slow?” Han Yan pinched Adams’ chin and pecked his lips. “Keep trying. For now, you only get a consolation prize.”

Adams gazed at Han Yan’s bold and spirited eyes. The other man’s practiced manner always made him feel overwhelmed, and a hint of bitterness and disappointment rose in his heart.

“Do you… always treat others like this?”

“This? Not always.” Han Yan saw the deep furrow in Adams’ brow and reached out to smooth it. “I only do this to people I like.”

He was not lying; he did like Adams quite a bit, otherwise, he would not be lusting after him. But this “liking” was different from the “liking” in a serious relationship, a distinction the simple Adams clearly did not understand.

Adams’ brow smoothed out completely. His emerald eyes brightened instantly, looking like clear jade. Han Yan let out a light “tsk” in his mind, covered the man’s eyes with his hand, and pulled him into a kiss. Fine, let him be happy for a while.

They swam for a bit longer before deciding to head back to the shore for a drink. Just as Han Yan stepped onto the sand, a startled male voice came from nearby.

“Han Yan?”