Help, My Buff Roommate is Begging to Touch my Abs - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Showering with Husband

Arriving at the changing room.

Jin Bao’er kept his back firmly toward Zhao Yuheng, frantically stripping off his clothes. The air was filled only with the rustling sound of fabric friction, until only a pair of tight underwear remained on his body, and his movements froze.

To strip, or not to strip? That was the question.

Behind him came the sound of fabric hitting the floor, followed immediately by the crisp, straightforward sound of water from Zhao Yuheng.

“Hurry up and strip; what are you standing there for?”

Zhao Yuheng’s voice carried a hint of impatience. After speaking, he didn’t wait for Jin Bao’er; with his sturdy, naked frame, he walked into the steam-filled bathhouse.

Jin Bao’er looked at that pushed-open frosted glass door as if it were the entrance to an execution ground. He bit his teeth, as if making a certain resolution, and endured the pain of shedding his final line of defense.

He poked his head in tentatively.

Perhaps because it was quite late, there was no one else showering in the bathroom. Zhao Yuheng was standing under the largest showerhead, warm water droplets sliding down his broad shoulders and disappearing into his firm waistline.

Jin Bao’er subconsciously wanted to hide at a nozzle in the corner to stay far away from this “Great Buddha.” To his surprise, Zhao Yuheng didn’t even turn his head, his voice traveling through the splashing water: “Come here, scrub my back.”

Jin Bao’er: “…”

Tonight, he truly wanted to cry but had no tears.

He shuffled over slowly; the closer he got, the stronger the hormonal scent belonging to Zhao Yuheng became. He quickly fixed his gaze firmly on the cowlick of Zhao Yuheng’s hair, his neck held stiffly straight, without a shred of courage to look down.

But just because Jin Bao’er didn’t look didn’t mean “Big Straight Man” Zhao wouldn’t look.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to sense his stiffness; he glanced down and then let out a light laugh: “It’s not small either; what are you acting shy for like a young maiden?”

That tone was as serious as if discussing today’s weather.

Jin Bao’er: “…”

He wanted to die.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuheng was still “proper”; he simply faced away from him and pointed to his broad back. Because Zhao Yuheng exercised year-round, his muscles were as hard as iron. Usually in the dorm, either the Eldest or the Second would give him a hand, or he would just rinse himself off casually. Today those two weren’t there, so Jin Bao’er became the “Chosen One.”

While enjoying the hot water rinse, Zhao Yuheng thought absent-mindedly: It’s been several months of school and the relationship is this solid, yet this kid hasn’t stood “frankly meeting” (naked) with me even once. The more he thought, the more he felt this kid wasn’t being loyal enough.

“Use some strength! Did you not eat?”

Zhao Yuheng vented all of this slight displeasure into the strength of Jin Bao’er’s scrubbing.

Jin Bao’er held his breath, the slippery foam of the shower gel on his shoulders, and rubbed hard against Zhao Yuheng’s shoulder blades. Usually, he only looked with his eyes, but today he was touching with his own hands.

In a non-congested state, the feel of Zhao Yuheng’s muscles was actually very subtle. They looked hard, but to the touch, they were soft yet resilient, harder than tofu, yet possessing a warm elasticity beyond that of stone.

Jin Bao’er’s hand slid down the spine, his fingertips accidentally brushing across that deep back groove. Until his gaze fell upon Zhao Yuheng’s perky and firm gluteal muscles.

He subconsciously glanced at his own flat buttocks. He wailed in his heart: Is this the gold content of a tough man?

In the moment his mind wandered.

“Ah!”

Jin Bao’er actually cried out.

Because Zhao Yuheng saw no movement from him for a long time and thought he was slacking off, he suddenly turned around and slapped Jin Bao’er’s buttocks neither too lightly nor too heavily. A crisp “clack” sounded, exceptionally clear in the empty bathhouse.

Jin Bao’er shivered all over from the pain and subconsciously dodged forward.

Zhao Yuheng was looking down at him, his brows knit tightly: “Can you scrub properly! What are you daydreaming about?”

Jin Bao’er wanted to cry.

Tough man bathing. Tough man letting him scrub his back. A tough man even facing him openly and uprightly!

Ah!!! Someone save him!! Xiaowen-er, come save your best girl-friend!!

…

The most hateful part didn’t stop there.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to feel he could scrub more conveniently himself; right in front of Jin Bao’er, he began to scrub his own key parts. The movements were skillful and careful, as if scrubbing a rare treasure.

Jin Bao’er rolled a massive eye in his heart and quickly jerked his gaze away, pretending to concentrate on scrubbing his own arms. To his surprise, while he was squinting and enjoying the hot water, a large hand with thin calluses suddenly rested on his shoulder.

“What are you even scrubbing, you have no strength at all, it’s like scratching an itch. I’ll scrub for you.”

Without allowing any argument, Zhao Yuheng squeezed a large glob of shower gel into his palm, rubbed up a rich foam, and then pressed it hard onto Jin Bao’er’s back.

Jin Bao’er froze entirely, as if under a paralysis spell. He could only stand stiffly with his back to Zhao Yuheng.

Zhao Yuheng’s palms were rough and powerful, carrying a scalding temperature as they scrubbed all the way down his spine. The man’s palms were very large, almost able to cover his entire back; the strength was controlled just right, both relieving fatigue and carrying an invisible sense of pressure.

When scrubbing that patch of sensitive soft flesh at the side of his waist, Jin Bao’er’s waist felt as if hit by an electric current, and he couldn’t help but tremble.

Zhao Yuheng’s movements paused.

“Ticklish?”

Jin Bao’er quickly gave an “en” in response, trying to hide his abnormality.

Zhao Yuheng, however, seemed to have discovered an interesting toy. He intentionally increased the strength of his fingers, his tone carrying a bit of wicked teasing: “Delicate.”

As soon as the words fell, his fingertips lightly scratched the softest part of the side of his waist.

“Nng!”

Jin Bao’er shivered all over, turning around to dodge as if electrocuted. To his surprise, the bathhouse floor was covered in water; his feet slipped, and his body tilted out uncontrollably.

“Watch out!”

Zhao Yuheng was quick of eye and hand; extending a long arm, he steadily circled Jin Bao’er’s waist. The massive momentum sent Jin Bao’er crashing into a scalding, hard embrace.

Two naked bodies were pressed together without any obstruction.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Jin Bao’er could clearly feel the violent heartbeat in Zhao Yuheng’s chest, and that astonishing heat transmitted through the thin skin.

He frantically pushed against Zhao Yuheng’s shoulders to stand up, his cheeks red enough to drip blood, frighteningly hot. In the panicked peripheral vision, he inevitably caught a glimpse of a certain place he shouldn’t look at.

Zhao Yuheng’s face also darkened.

That collision just now and the tight fit made certain reactions impossible to ignore. He suddenly pinched Jin Bao’er’s chin, forcing him to look up. His gaze was heavy, as if brewing a storm: “You aren’t much better yourself.”

His fingertips pinched the delicate chin and shook it lightly, with a hint of punishment.

Jin Bao’er couldn’t move because of the pinch; he could only glare at him in shame and indignation, his eyes circling with red. Zhao Yuheng looked at this appearance of his about to cry yet obstinate and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down subconsciously.

He suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath sprayed unreservedly onto Jin Bao’er’s sensitive earlobe.

“What are you glaring for? Aren’t you the same?”

Ambiguous factors grew wildly between the two. After speaking, Zhao Yuheng let go of his hand as if it was burning. He turned his back to him to continue showering, but a suspicious red still quietly crawled up his earlobes.

Leaving Jin Bao’er alone, frozen in place, his heartbeat so loud it felt as if it would explode in this bathhouse.