A/N This chapter involved underage NSFW content. If this bothers you, please skip over that section.

September 2017 continued

"Can you what? Don't you think this is going a bit fast? Shouldn't we, I don't know, date for a while before we do it?" Michael was having a hard time trying to be rational. His post-orgasm brain was short-circuiting on him, and his body was already responding to Ming Lim's suggestion to continue their playing. Especially since his roommate was already in the process of stripping off his belt and trousers revealing the rest of his toned body.

Ming Lim felt feverish, hard, hurting. He put one knee on the bed, and heard the springs creak. "We can't do this here. Too noisy." Naked, he whirled around, and tugged his mattress off his bed onto the floor. "Let's do it here. No squeaking."

Michael kicked his jeans and boxers off from his where they hung at his ankles. "Are we really just going to do it already?"

Digging through his dresser, Ming Lim just looked over, begging, "I need you." He pulled out a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant.

"Aren't we supposed to, you know, clean it first? Porn stars… they all use enemas before they film…. I don't have anything for us…." He went over to sit on the mattress on the floor. "I'll just blow you, instead, OK?"

Ming Lim joined his roommate. "Do you want me?" He leaned over to brush a kiss against the younger man's nipple, then swirled his tongue around it, making it pebble up into his mouth. "I want you…." He switched to the other side. "Don't want to wait. Need you…. Need you so bad…."

Michael found himself being lowered to his back after admitting, "Yeah, I want you…." His fingers idly drew randomly on his belly as he watched his roommate liberally coating his fingers with the lubricant. I guess this is how I lose my virginity…. I sort of assumed I'd be the one topping, though…. Next time…. A cold, slippery finger jabbed into him, "Jeez!" he hissed. "Go slower, huh? Màn yīdi'er." It didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel great, either. A second finger forced its way into his ass, and he slapped out at his roommate. "Slower, damn you. Tòng. Tòng!" It hurts! "I haven't even gotten used to the first one yet!"

Ming Lim looked up, eyes wide in surprise. "It hurts?"

"Of course it does!"

"But you've gone on so many dates!"

Michael glared at his roommate and roughly shoved the other's hand away from his bum. "There's a huge difference between going out to dinner with someone and sleeping with them! Did you think I was fucking them? Is that what this is? You're horny, and you assumed I'd fucked a couple dozen randos last winter, so I must be totally willing to spread my legs for you today so you can get your rocks off? I'm a virgin, you asshole!" He spat. "Go fuck yourself!"

Ming Lim wasn't entirely sure what 'horny', 'randos', or 'get your rocks off' meant, but he was confident they had something to do with having sex…. Those weren't exactly terms one would learn in English classes…. 'Virgin' he understood all too well…. He grinned, absurdly happy for some reason. "I'd rather fuck you," he teased, somewhat confident that this was the correct response. "No…" the smile faded away, "I'd rather make love to you…. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I thought you were more experienced than me…. I… I don't really know what I'm doing. I just know that I want to do it with you…. I want my first time to be with you. I want my every time to be with you!" He looked away, ashamed. "Do you want me to stop?"

Michael sighed. "No… don't stop. Just… slower, OK? And pay attention…. You really have to stretch it out or I'm going to get hurt." Ming Lim's fingers went back into his ass, this time slowly stretching the ring of muscle at the opening, and Michael tried to not clench too tight. It hurt, burned; he was not enjoying this at all. There was something wrong…. It was either within his body, or because of his inexperience? Or Ming Lim's inexperience? Just after the pain had muted down to tolerable, his lover-to-be added another finger and made it hurt all over again! If I can't even handle his fingers, how am I supposed to handle his cock?

Ming Lim could move his fingers much easier now, and the books he'd read said three fingers was enough, usually, to start. But Michael still looked strained…. "Can I come in, now?" Upon receiving a quick nod, he continued, "Do you want to be face up or down? I've read face up is easier but face down means your… umm... thingy is easier to touch."

"Face up." Michael was feeling ashamed enough as it was… to be fucked doggy-style for this first time…. At least face-to-face there was the potential for kissing and interacting like lovers…. Face down just seemed like it was pure sex, no emotions…. He wanted at least the pretense that he was giving up his virginity to someone he cared about and who cared about him…. But, oh fuck did the head shoving through that ring hurt! "Just do it," he ordered through clenched teeth when Ming Lim started to pull out.

"I'm so sorry I'm hurting you…"

"It hurt more the first time we did this. You had just been able to find my prostate earlier, so I was way more eager…."

"'The first time we did this'? I thought you said you were a virgin! When did we do this?"

"What are you talking about? I am a virgin!" The cock resting inside his body moved slightly forward, impaling him just that much more, and he amended his statement. "Well, I was until a few minutes ago!" He could feel every inch stretching him, feel the incremental pushes from the man laying on top of him. It felt like he was stuffed completely full, and Ming Lim still hadn't bottomed out! When does it start to feel good? He reached down to start jerking himself, hoping that the external pleasure would alleviate the internal pain. In the process, he forced his roommate to shift and accidentally brush up against his prostate. "Holy shit. Yes. Right there. You… Er'gege... do it again."

Ming Lim ignored that demand; he was much more interested in being able to move easier. The little hole was too tight, and not slick enough; it needed to be opened more and relaxed, get the lube all the way in. He might be a tad bit selfish at the moment, but…. His body urged him to move faster, to push all the way in, to feel every single bit of him engulfed in this tight hot hole…. He held back as much as he could, trying to not hurt the man below him more than necessary.

Michael, wanting, needing to feel that amazing sensation again, was not lying still. Sometimes his legs were spread wide, feet on the floor, pushing his hips up. Sometimes they wrapped around Ming Lim's waist. The best, however, was when he hooked his knees over his elbows and pulled them up towards his shoulders. The position was rather undignified, but oh did it feel good! It took them awhile to figure out how to position Michael and the angle at which Ming Lim needed to thrust in at, but eventually they reached the point where with almost every slow glide in and out, Ming Lim's cock brushed up against or stabbed at Michael's p-spot.

"Can I move faster?" Ming Lim was covered in a light sheen of sweat from restraining himself.

"Mmm."

The older boy took that noise as a 'yes' and began moving faster, harder, allowing his body to take control. Below him, Michael would have been a moaning mess if he allowed himself to make any noise. All that mattered was the cock slamming into his ass and p-spot, the balls slapping his ass cheeks, his own balls being squished and massaged with every thrust, his own cock rubbing against their stomachs. He could feel his orgasm rising, curling his toes, freezing his hands where they gripped his legs. The waves of pleasure as his muscles started contracting, preparing for release. He hadn't even cum yet, and already the sensations were bigger than any other orgasm, maybe even bigger than every other orgasm combined! He held his breath until his vision turned white, his muscles contracting even further, until all at once they abruptly relaxed and pulsed. He could feel his cum spurting warm and slimy between their bellies, his ass clutching the cock enveloped within its walls over and over. Above him, Ming Lim's body jerked out his own release.

Sweaty, sticky, and boneless, the two boys gave each other a shy smile. "That was intense," Michael whispered, pulling his lover's head down for a kiss. "We'll have to do that again. Next week. When I wake up." He took in a much needed breath and was asleep in seconds.

Ming Lim pulled out as gently as he could, and disposed of the condom. The outside of it was slimy with spermicide and lube, but suspiciously free of other substances…. I thought you said you didn't clean yourself…. He went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth to wipe down their bodies.

There was something weird going on…. A'Xiàn…. Obviously, it wasn't his name…. But it felt so right to call him that: Michael Wu, Wu Michael, Wu Xiàn. Just like being called Er'gege…. It felt both right and wrong somehow. And how Michael had claimed they'd had sex before when they were both virgins….

Lim's mother was a huge believer in reincarnation and spent nearly as much money on fortune tellers as she did on handbags. As a child, she had dragged him to more than a few quacks trying to learn more about their past lives. Most of them made up utter nonsense, like how he died when his ship headed to Great Britain capsized in a storm, or he was a trader in what is now Thailand and killed by raiders. His favorite one was that he was a magical prince in his first incarnation. He laughed noiselessly; every so-called psychic in every country across the world would tell you that you were a prince or princess in some dynasty long forgotten to history…. The magical part was an interesting twist. Every single one of the quacks told him his soulmate was far away and that he needed to keep looking. Nonsense, right?

Now… looking down at this beautiful boy sleeping on semen and lube stained sheets… somehow it didn't seem so nonsensical….

His phone pinged; Ming Ling got up to grab his phone from his discarded trousers. The incoming text was from his father's secretary: The Chairman and I have landed. We should be at your house in about an hour. "What the Hell?" he scrolled up to read the other messages. Their business in New York had concluded early, so the Chairman was taking a shuttle to Boston to see how his son was doing. "Shit." His father was definitely going to want to see his room. Which currently smelled like sex and had his naked roommate sleeping on a mattress in the middle of the floor. "Michael, wake up!" he hissed, shaking the other's shoulder. "You have to get up! My father's coming here in less than an hour!"

Michael opened one bleary eye. "Go shower. I'll take care of this stuff." The younger man was apparently very used to hiding his indiscretions from nosy parents and siblings. When Ming Lim emerged from the bathroom, the room smelled like some powdery air freshener, the used condom and lube were out of sight, the mattress was back on its frame and had new sheets on it. "I folded your dirty sheets and put them back in your drawer after I sprayed everything with the air freshener. Make sure you clean them after your dad leaves tonight. Chūqù ba. I'm going to take a shower now. Do you need me to come down to meet him or should I stay up here studying?"

"Suíbiàn." Whatever. Ming Lim wanted to ask his roommate how he was feeling. The younger boy was limping to the bathroom, but he was muttering about his foot falling asleep, so…. Was there a polite way to ask how one's ass felt after being penetrated for the first time?

He walked downstairs to wait in the kitchen for his parent to arrive. The Chairman's presence was a tangible weight pressing down on him. "Father," he acknowledged.

The older man's face darkened, probably at his speaking in English. Before he could unleash a tirade, Sheng Lin stepped into the kitchen and bowed. "Good afternoon, Chairman Ming. I am Sheng Lin, aide to Secretary Lan at the QishanWen Medical Group. It is by my chairman's orders that we all speak English in this house. I thank you in his place for understanding and respecting his wishes in this matter." Ming Lim managed to contain his surprise; the tattooed man had, in a single sentence, managed to cut his father off at the knees! To continue to talk in Chinese would be relayed back to the QishanWen Chairman, and his rudeness would be remembered when it came time to negotiate for that manufacturing contract…. I salute you, Sheng Lin. That was quite masterful. Sheng Lin bowed slightly, a superior recognizing an inferior, and asked if the Chairman would like some tea. He busied himself heating the water and putting out an antique tea set. "My Chairman knows how much I love this set and he was gracious enough to allow me to bring it with me. This tea set was the favorite of one of our founders, Lán SīZhuī, and his wife ŌuYáng XiǎoDàn." He held up a cup to show off the design. "It was a wedding gift from his fathers, Yílíng Lǎozǔ and HánGuāng-Jūn. Before he became an apostate, Yílíng Lǎozǔ was a senior disciple of the YúnmèngJiāng sect at Liánhuā Wù. Their motif was the lotus flower. HánGuāng-Jūn was originally from the GūsūLán sect of Yúnshēn Bùzhīchù; their motif was clouds. You can see how the artist cleverly intertwined the lotus flowers with clouds…."

Fathers? How did this SiZhui guy have two fathers? Wait, aren't those the same men whose swords hang in the living room? Ming Lim caught Michael's eye as the other entered the kitchen. The younger boy shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Father? May I introduce my roommate to you? This is Michael Wu, an engineering student at MIT. Michael, my father Chairman Ming."

Michael slouched against a wall. He was not liking the vibes this chairman was putting out. This mightier than thou attitude was unappealing among his fellow students who felt their smarts made them better than other people. It was nearly intolerable coming from a man who should be here in his capacity as a loving parent who hadn't seen his only son in a year, not as a CEO. "S'up," he tilted his chin in greeting.

"You're Michael Wu?" The boy could physically feel the silent appraisal the chairman gave him as he sipped his tea. "I read your Master's thesis. Interesting work. I look forward to seeing your PhD work."

Michael shrugged. "Child's play. Something to keep me occupied until the parents let me come down here to study. You run an electronics company; I'm studying mechanical engineering. Why would you read my mathematics thesis?"

"I look for talent, regardless of whether it fits within the scope of my company. It is harder to find talented individuals, like yourself, than it is to set up a division within my company to accommodate you and your needs."

Michael snorted. "That's a crock. Tell me another one."

"A crock?"

"A lie. If you encourage talented individuals… why is your son studying Business instead of the violin?" Seeing the shocked faces of both father and son, he laughed tonelessly. "See, one of the things I'm good at is finding the right people to talk to to get the information I want. Last spring, I recorded Lim playing and sent it to a friend of a friend who works over at the BSO, the Boston Symphony Orchestra," he clarified. "He said the recording, if genuine, and a few more years of training would pretty much guarantee Lim a spot in almost any orchestra in the world. With the right training, it would guarantee him a spot in any of the most prestigious orchestras in the world and possibly even a solo career. Like a Yo-Yo Ma or Luciano Pavarotti or Madonna, famous all over the world kinda solo career. So he got me in touch with someone down at Julliard, and guess what that person told me. Or don't guess. I'm sure you know."

"You did that for me?" Ming Lim whispered, almost silently. I treated you so badly and you still did that for me?

"My son is studying Business because he will inherit my position! That is his future! He can play on his violin as a hobby."

"No, Sir. I play the violin as a hobby. Your son plays the violin because it's a part of his soul. Taking that away from him is like cutting off his arm. You think because you're his sperm donor you get to tell him how to live his life? You should be celebrating that he's this good! You should be looking into investing in orchestras and recording studios and shit like that.

"But, no. You have a corporation you want to pass on to your descendants. Obviously that's more important to you than nurturing your son's actual talents. Do me a favor: don't bother to read my theses. I have no desire to work for someone whose character is so lacking.

"LimGe, I gotta run. My advisor is having a dinner for all of his advisees tonight." He gave a final scathing look at the chairman. "Peace."

After Michael left, the Chairman's attitude went from smugly condescending to downright nasty. He berated the absent child, belittled his son. He only stopped when Chen Song entered the kitchen signing, Good evening, Chairman..

The Chairman rounded on Chen Song. "And what have you been doing while my son is cavorting with that… that… person? I pay you to watch over my son."

No, you don't. Our contract stipulated that it ended on January 2nd when Ming Lim turned eighteen.

"But… you guarded him on his way from New York to Boston! I've been paying you to be his bodyguard!"

I started working for Secretary Lan at the QishanWen Medical Group on January 3rd. We traveled to Boston on the 5th. She felt it would not be inappropriate for us to travel together since we were both going to be living here. As for payment, I provided your accounting department with my final invoice on January 2nd.