Help, My Buff Roommate is Begging to Touch my Abs - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Touching the Abs Again!

The fury Zhao Yuheng had been suppressing for the past few days was vented ruthlessly upon that “Four-Eyes.”

Every curse word hurled at the gay man felt like a needle stabbing into Jin Bao’er’s heart.

Jin Bao’er kept telling himself: he must never let him find out that he is gay.

He had to be even more careful from now on; otherwise, the consequences would be more than he could bear.

Fuming with rage, Zhao Yuheng stormed into the dormitory, not even noticing Jin Bao’er still standing in the hallway.

He truly was livid.

Jin Bao’er looked over.

He saw Zhao Yuheng sitting on his own bed.

His hands were resting on his thighs, which were covered in thick hair.

He was gasping for air, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat trickled down his jawline into his collarbone.

He then began recounting the recent events to the “Eldest” and “Second” roommates to vent his anger.

Fearing Zhao Yuheng might sense something, Jin Bao’er eventually walked inside.

He sat down next to Zhao Yuheng.

He listened quietly to his loud, boisterous cursing.

Setting aside the content of his words, Zhao Yuheng’s voice was actually very pleasant.

Low, raspy, and vigorous, with a touch of magnetic charm that follows exercise—it was exceptionally attractive.

Zhao Yuheng didn’t usually curse.

When he did, it was directed at people who did immoral things.

He was also very fond of showering.

It was exactly because he changed his clothes every day that the “Four-Eyes” had found an opportunity.

While cursing, Zhao Yuheng didn’t forget to glance over at Jin Bao’er.

Frightened, Jin Bao’er quickly forced a smile of righteous indignation.

After a moment, he seemed to remember something.

He hurriedly got up and ran outside.

A minute later, he returned holding several pairs of underwear still hanging on hangers.

“Damn it, I can’t hang these undies outside anymore!”

Zhao Yuheng scanned the dorm room.

Because there was a drying area outside, the dorm room wasn’t equipped with a place to hang laundry.

Things like face towels were usually hung on the bed frames by everyone.

Of course, this was a privilege for those on the bottom bunks; the top bunks usually had nowhere to hang things.

He saw “Second” hanging his boxers at the head of his bed.

So, he looked toward Jin Bao’er.

However, he was somewhat considerate; he didn’t hang them at the head of Jin Bao’er’s bed, but at the foot.

“Can I hang these here for a bit?”

Though he asked, he was already hanging them up.

After all, he felt his relationship with Jin Bao’er was close enough that hanging two pairs of underwear was no big deal; it’s not like he was hanging them over the guy’s head.

Jin Bao’er: “…”

If he were a straight guy, it would be fine.

The key was that he wasn’t.

Waking up every day to see those two black, shape-contouring items is enough to trigger one’s imagination.

How was he, a gay man who hadn’t even held a man’s hand, supposed to survive!

Good Heavens, you opened a door for me but blocked the hallway!

I can see it, I can touch it, but I can’t eat it!

This is too painful!

“By the way, Brother Heng, are we still watching a movie today?”

During military training today, Jin Bao’er had suggested they watch a movie together in bed.

He was thinking that he could lean against his “Big Husband’s” large pectoral muscles later.

That would be heavenly.

Big pecs, big abs, big thigh muscles!

Might as well enjoy it while I can.

Zhao Yuheng thought for a few seconds.

“Nah, let’s do it next time.”

After saying that, Zhao Yuheng began stripping off his shorts and T-shirt right in front of Jin Bao’er.

He tossed them on the bed and climbed up himself.

Jin Bao’er: “…”

I was scared to death today, and you won’t even let me touch your pecs to calm my nerves!

Curse that “Four-Eyes.”

He deserved to be yelled at!

…

Military training had been over for more than a week.

Jin Bao’er and the others had been attending classes for quite a while.

Jin Bao’er originally wanted to sit in the first row to study hard.

But Zhao Yuheng insisted that the first row wasn’t good for playing on his phone, yet he didn’t want to hold Jin Bao’er back.

And he didn’t want to sit apart from Jin Bao’er.

So, the two sat in the third row by the window.

Jin Bao’er listened to the lecture attentively, while Zhao Yuheng kept his head down scrolling through videos of beautiful women.

While Zhao Yuheng’s left hand scrolled through videos, his right hand loved to wander and feel around Jin Bao’er’s thigh.

That palm was broad and rough, carrying a scorching temperature, and occasionally he would even give Jin Bao’er’s firm thigh meat a hard squeeze.

“Your pants feel pretty good to touch!”

Zhao Yuheng said in a low voice while scrolling through videos.

Jin Bao’er: “…”

They do feel good; they were nine yuan and nine cents with free shipping on Pinduoduo!

“Stop touching!”

Jin Bao’er was being touched until his heart was racing, feeling as if his thigh was about to catch fire.

He muttered quietly.

“Why?”

Zhao Yuheng turned his head to look over with a puzzled expression, as if asking “What’s wrong with a little touch?”

“If you keep touching, I’m going to touch you back!”

Jin Bao’er said huffily, trying to use it as a threat.

“Go ahead and touch.”

Zhao Yuheng generously stretched his long leg even further toward Jin Bao’er.

Today, Zhao Yuheng was wearing cargo shorts.

Looking down, Jin Bao’er saw those tempting, hairy, and robust thighs.

Jin Bao’er: “…”

This damn straight guy, he doesn’t know the weight of his flirting!

Jin Bao’er took a deep breath.

“Who wants to touch your thighs? They’re full of hair, I’m afraid they’ll prick my hand.”

As soon as Jin Bao’er said that, Zhao Yuheng directly pressed his thigh against Jin Bao’er’s leg.

Since both were wearing mid-length shorts.

The hems of their pants were above the knees.

Zhao Yuheng’s thigh muscles were firm and burning hot.

They pressed directly against the outside of Jin Bao’er’s thigh, and he even rubbed them back and forth a couple of times.

The mischievous smirk on his face never faded.

Jin Bao’er: This straight guy the more you say you don’t want it, the more he insists!

Was this the “rebellious psychology” of men?

He felt like he had found the secret to “enjoying” this man.

Because both class periods were in the same room.

Thus, during the break after the first period, people only went out to the bathroom; no one left.

Jin Bao’er wanted to see if his theory was correct.

“Brother Heng, have you been going to the gym lately?”

Jin Bao’er didn’t look at him, pretending to look at his book as he asked casually.

“I train three times a week, why?”

Zhao Yuheng didn’t pay much attention, continuing to scroll on his phone.

“It’s just that I feel like your abs have gotten smaller.”

This sentence seemed very effective at provoking Zhao Yuheng.

He snapped his head around, looking at Jin Bao’er with an alarmed expression.

“What??”

“Open your eyes and look properly!”

“I’ve been cutting fat lately, aren’t they even more defined now!”

Zhao Yuheng quickly checked the row behind them.

It was two guys; the girls nearby were all looking down at their phones.

So, he leaned in close to Jin Bao’er and suddenly yanked up his T-shirt.

Firm abs with thick happy-trail hair came into view, the grooves clearly defined.

They rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Jin Bao’er was ecstatic!

“I can’t tell!”

Jin Bao’er shook his head, though his eyes were glued to those abs.

“What??”

Zhao Yuheng was speechless with annoyance.

He used one hand to hold his collar up and grabbed Jin Bao’er’s left hand with the other.

He pressed it firmly against his abs.

“Feel it yourself and see how hard it is!”

While inhaling, he moved Jin Bao’er’s hand up and down to rub.

The muscles under his palm were hard as stone, carrying a man’s unique warmth and texture.

Jin Bao’er: Aaaahhh!!!

It was just like the feeling from that day!

He touched them for a full minute.

Seeing a girl look over, Zhao Yuheng finally let go of Jin Bao’er’s hand and pulled his shirt down, looking huffy.

“And you say your Brother Heng’s muscles are small? See if I don’t beat you up!”

Zhao Yuheng clenched his fist and displayed his bulging biceps right in front of Jin Bao’er’s eyes to intimidate him.

Jin Bao’er looked at Zhao Yuheng’s bulging biceps.

He only had one thought in his mind.

I want to touch them, I want to give them a big bite!