Yu Xuan bit his lip, having realized his mistake. He should have never said anything. He should have never interfered, but when Li Jun told him about the confession, he couldn’t help himself thus he just blurted it out.

"Well, I didn’t take him seriously when he said it. It just didn’t make sense. You two are always butting heads so when did he get the time to fall in love with you," he said and once he started talking, he couldn’t stop. He said his exact thoughts he had been thinking the day Yu Wen approached him.

Li Jun was wondering the same thing. It was incredibly puzzling. If Lu Anu had heard this conversation, she would have told them that her son wasn’t normal. He had two extremes. If he hated you then he would do it with a passion and when he loved someone it would be with a devotion so fierce he would give his life for them.

"So how was it?" Yu Xuan asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"How was what?" Li Jun asked while mindlessly playing with the token Yu Wen gave to him.

Yu Xuan’s gossipy side was fully activated. He sat up and said, "The confession. Was it romantic? Come on spill the details... Yu Wen always looks so, you know ggrrr. He is always so tough and shit. I bet his confession was just as bland as his personality."

Li Jun ran his fingers through his hair feeling a little frustrated. He replied, "There was no confession. I mean there was, but he was just telling me that he loved the person who gave him the pendant and that’s me, but I am wearing a different face... Does that make sense?"

"Well damn... Are you sure that he hasn’t recognized you?" Yu Xuan asked. With Yu Wen’s personality, how could he not recognize someone he had hated for years. Even if his face had changed, he should have recognized him. Yu Xuan could recognize Li Jun eve when he was turned to ashes so how could Yu Wen not?

Yu Xuan thought so but Li Jun was confident in his disguise. He replied, "If he recognized me wouldn’t he expose me?"

"So are you going to tell him?" Yu Xuan asked. He was wondering how long these two were going to play this game.

Li Jun said, "No, I am going to hang around here for a bit, get my pendant and leave. I might help him out a bit but after that I am gone." Yu Xuan just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe Li Jun would just leave things at that.

"So, you are not going to respond to his confession?" he asked, feeling sorry for Yu Wen. If he was really in love with Li Jun then his feelings were wasted.

As though to confirm his thoughts, Li Jun said, "Who gives a fuck about his feelings. It’s probably a phase. He will get over it." That’s what he said, but deep down he knew that it was a lie. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t moved.

Yu Xuan with a smirk on his lips said, "Since you don’t care then what if he finds a new love interest. Will you be jealous?" The call was suddenly hung-up.

Yu Xuan, "..."

"Ah-Jun!... Did I say something wrong?"

Li Jun with his lips pouted he said, "How boring." He stared at the roof of the tent with an absent-minded look on his face. He covered his eyes with his forearm and sighed. He was thinking about everything that happened.

When his mind wandered back to the time he fell into Yu Wen’s hands and how the man gripped his wrist he was almost drive to madness. That was hot. If only Yu Wen had pressed him down on that car seat, Li Jun would have let him do as he pleased with him.

He bit his lower lip, his entire body heating up thinking about that solid wall of muscles pressing him down. His hand that was resting on his stomach shifted to his crotch. Hesitant, he stopped his movements.

With a snort he said, "I can’t do this." He rubbed his face in frustration. He was thinking this was ridiculous. He couldn’t touch himself on Yu Wen’s bed. It was disrespectful. He pressed his face into Li Jun’s pillow, and he breathed deeply.

Yu Wen’s intoxicated scent filled his lungs and his mind instantly turned muddled. His cock twitched against his thigh stimulated by that scent. His hand slid down his stomach, and the tips of his fingers brushed the waistband of his pants.

He hesitated there for a moment, his heart pounding in his throat. "Just a quickie," he whispered to himself as his fingers slipped into his pants. He gently stroked his already half hard cock that was aching and let out a restrained exhale.

’What would Yu Wen think if he saw this?’ he thought as he shamelessly rubbed his cock a little harder. ’If he were to walk in right now, would he help me?’ He suddenly wanted to be caught.

His cock pulsed underneath his palm as pressed harder through the fabric. A small, choked sound escaped his throat before he swallowed it. His fingers hooked the waistband of his underwear and this time he didn’t hesitate.

He pulled the fabric down, and his hardness sprang free. The chill inside the tent brushed past his damp tip making him shiver. He sucked in a cold breath as he wrapped his hand around his shaft.

His mind wandered to Yu Wen’s broad shoulders, his veiny arms when he pinned him down and the way his academy uniform stretched when he was reaching for something. That thought alone drove him insane.

Focused on such images of Yu Wen, he stroked his hardness. His thumb caressed the slick head with precum seeping down his shaft. It was slow and cautious at first. He didn’t want to make loud sounds, so he bit his lower lip restraining himself. Imagination not being enough, he pulled up the surveillance footage from the night at the club.

As expected, it added fuel to the flames. His hand tightened and the strokes became rougher and more urgent. "Wen-ge," he whispered his voice breathy.

His hips lifted off the thin mattress to meet each downward pull. The friction built up until it was almost unbearable, yet not enough. He wanted more. He wanted Yu Wen to penetrate him deeply till he was begging for him to stop.

His strokes quickaround, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the enclosed space. Several times he caught himself being too loud, but he couldn’t control himself. His hand that was free gripped the bedding tightly, thinking Yu Wen’s weight pressing him into this very mattress.

"Wen-ge," he called out, louder this time, his voice sounding more like a sob. He was close. The tension gathered at the base of his spine. It was like a trembling pressure that made his thighs shake and his toes curl against the sheets. His strokes became erratic, almost desperate. He squeezed his eyes shut, his mind in seventh heaven.

***

Yu Wen walked into the tent feeling rather exhausted. He had meant to avoid Li Jun by keeping himself busy. That was his initial intention, but in the end, he was actually preoccupied. He had endless meetings with the commanders and inspected the medical tent and the military equipment.

He had had Alex arrange accommodation for Li Jun, so he thought by this time the man was probably in his tent sleeping. Thus, when he walked back to his quarters, he thought he could go to bed early and rest before tomorrow’s chaos.

Just as he was taking off his jacket, he heard a soft gasp. That sound made him stop in his tracks. A wet sound followed soon after, and he turned to look in that direction. Making sure to be as silent as possible, he walked over. The rhythmic creak of the bed filled his ears.

He stood there listening in, and when he heard "Wen-ge," he was at a loss. The way he called his name sounded like a plea. Like he was begging him to come and solve the problem for him.

His eyes found the gap in the canvas, a gap barely a finger’s width. He knew he shouldn’t look, but he was, after all, justified. This was his tent, and if Li Jun was intruding on his space, he had every right to be here.

The bed creaked again, and Li Jun let out a desperate, hungry sound that made Yu Wen’s heart stagger. He saw everything through the gap. Li Jun was sprawled on the bed, his pants pushed down mid-thigh.

His hand was wrapped around his slick and flushed cock that seemed to get more erect with each frantic stroke. Li Jun’s face was turned towards the pillow, his lips parted, his chest heaving, and his eyes shut.

"Wen-ge," Li Jun gasped again, his hips bucked into his grip. Yu Wen watched as li Jun’s entire body went rigid as he cummed into his hand.

Yu Wen hastily walked out of the tent unnoticed. Li Jun, on the other hand, was breathing heavily as he wiped the cum off his hand on a tissue. He shoved them in his pocket, feeling a little guilty.