Dreaming With My Dragon Lover

This troublemaker, he hasn't taken the taps apart, has he? The tap was not as secure a fixture as the toilet bowl! Thinking of this, Yuan Ge no longer had the confidence to let him mess around and barged straight into the bathroom.

What he saw was Rong Qiuchen staring blankly at the shower and hose, not knowing what to do with them. Seeing Yuan Ge walk in, he whispered gingerly, "Childe Yuan, your excellent house has neither a ladle nor a bathtub, nor a water storage tank or a water boiling stove, I would like to …"

"I don't care what you would like to do! Cut the crap! Hurry up and take off your dirty clothes." Yuan Ge quickly lost patience with the young brat, urging him to take off his long, dirty robe before taking the shower off the wall bracket and explaining to him how to use it.

"Look, the water comes out from here … and this is the hose that connects the water to the source … hot water on the left and cold water on the right …"

After taking off his outer robe, Rong Qiuchen became completely naked. There was nothing inside to cover his private parts. Standing in front of Yuan Ge with nothing on, he was so embarrassed that he didn't pay attention to what he was saying. After explaining how to use the shower, Yuan Ge was about to walk out of the bathroom when a sudden splash of water hit him. It turned out that the boy had held the shower in the wrong direction and in his haste had sprayed water on both of them.

Giving up any hope of reasoning with him, Yuan Ge had long since been tamed to the point where he had no temper left.. He wiped the water off his face, gave a quick shake of his dripping wet hair and said helplessly, "Well, I don't have to stand in line anymore. Looks like we're gonna have to take a shower together!"

He stripped himself naked in a few quick movements, turned on the shower, took the flannel and said, "Master Rong, it looks like it's better for me to be your servant to wait on you in the shower."

This made Rong Qiuchen feel even more bashful and ill at ease. He propped himself up against the wall with one arm, buried his face deep in the crook of his arm, covered his private parts with his other hand and stood under the shower, exposing only his naked back for Yuan Ge to scrub.

"What's there to be shy about, haven't you ever lived in a dorm?" Yuan Ge tried to speak as calmly as he could, as if it was no big deal, even though he himself hadn't showered with anyone since he left the country over a decade ago.

He squeezed the shampoo out of the bottle and applied it to Qiuchen's long hair. "You've got amazing hair. How many years did it take you to grow this long?" Yuan Ge lathered his long hair from the roots and it took half a bottle of shampoo to finally get it thoroughly cleaned.

Seeing the boy standing stiffly against the wall with his back to him, seemingly unsure how to wash himself, he took the liberty of scrubbing him with the flannel, from his swan-like neck, to his smooth back, down to his slim waist, to his full buttocks … It was like touching silk, the skin was so supple and smooth, yet the muscles were so tight. For some reason, his heart began to pound wildly, his blood rushing, and his face blushing.

And Rong Qiuchen, blinded by the foam of the shower gel, could only call out softly, "Childe Yuan … Childe Yuan …"

"Uh …" Listening to the boy's soft murmuring of his name, Yuan Ge felt his mouth growing dry, his heart beating faster, and all that came to mind were fragments from his dream, where his body was intertwined with this beautiful man in front of him on that big mahogany bed. A shared shower that he had thought nothing of originally had suddenly become not so innocent.

What's wrong with me! Am I so obsessed with my film script? Not only do I have erotic dreams, but now I have dirty thoughts while showering naked with a man! What's wrong with me? Yuan Ge turned the temperature down and sprayed the cold water on his face and body, telling himself firmly that the regular physical urges of an adult male were entirely animistic and had nothing to do with the object or his own morality, but were simply the result of temporary stimulation.

No! I'm not a pervert who kidnaps demented children!

However, when he opened his eyes, all he could see was the naked perfection of Rong Qiuchen, who was now looking back at him with a look of helplessness and attachment in his eyes...

Oh, God! Please! Don't let him discover the changes in my body! Yuan Ge wailed inwardly, but when he met Qiuchen's gaze, it was like being struck by lightning and he actually forgot to breathe. Is this what they call "a glance of a million years"? --but the boy's naked body was just too beautiful--perfect flesh accompanied by the erotic dream of that night, tumbling before his eyes and eating away at his mind …

Yuan Ge couldn't stand it any longer and handed the flannel to Qiuchen and hurriedly escaped from the bathroom.

… …

"How long does it usually take to groom this long hair of yours after each wash?"

When Yuan Ge finally calmed down, Rong Qiuchen had also finished his nice hot shower and emerged from the bathroom with a content look on his face, wearing Yuan Ge's pyjamas.

"Two hours." Qiuchen said as he tried to dry his hair with a bath towel.

"So this is how time is wasted!" Yuan Ge said and took out the hair dryer from the cupboard, but as soon as he turned it on, the roar of the hair dryer immediately sent Rong Qiuchen scurrying like a rabbit to the corner of the bathroom.

"Don't be afraid! This is the magic tool that will dry your hair in style in 20 minutes." Yuan Ge grabbed him from the corner and blow dried Qiuchen's long, dark, shiny hair inch by inch. Feeling the softness and smoothness between his fingers, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's a pain to take care of, but it sure is pretty!"

"One's body and hair are gifts from his parents, how can one easily part with them? May I ask why Childe Yuan cut his hair? Have you ever been a monk?"

"Of course I'm not! Didn't you see all the men on the street with short hair when we were coming back earlier? That's the standard in the modern world, even if they need to do costume dramas, they all use wigs. Out of 1.4 billion Chinese, there is probably not a single person with hair as long as yours. How about tomorrow I apply for a Guinness World Record for you?"

"What is Guinness?"

Yuan Ge didn't bother to answer and just focused on the task at hand. Rong Qiuchen soon fell in love with the hairdryer and followed Yuan Ge's example, blissfully blowing his hair, letting it fly freely and looking at himself in the mirror with delight.