Orange Storm chapter 82
Power Outage
Two days of college entrance exams, three years of youth, four tests.
When the bell signaling the end of the last English exam rang and the invigilator instructed everyone to put down their pens and stand up, Fang Xing surprisingly didn’t feel nervous or melancholic.
As they exited the exam center, someone nearby shouted, “Finally liberated!” Some were still nervously reviewing questions, while others seemed to be crying. Fang Xing heard faint sobbing nearby, with someone softly comforting them.
For him, there was just a fleeting thought in his mind: Ah, it’s over.
It was like finally reaching the finish line after a long marathon, with no fluctuations in his innermost feelings.
But that didn’t stop others, including students, parents, and teachers, from being excited. The area outside the exam center was filled with chatter, parents shouting their children’s names at the top of their lungs, making it as lively as a market.
Looking around, Fang Xing didn’t see Jiang Zhijin, so he decided to give him a call. Jiang Zhijin answered quickly, asking, “Finished the exam?”
“Yeah, where are you?”
“Walk a bit further ahead.”
Following his instructions, Fang Xing walked a distance before spotting Jiang Zhijin’s car parked on the roadside, with him sitting inside, busy on his phone. Fang Xing opened the car door and saw a cup of milk tea placed on the seat.
“It was too crowded there this morning, so I drove out first to wait for you and bought you a cup of milk tea on the way,” Jiang Zhijin said, putting down his phone and starting the car. “It’s already five o’clock. Should we go home or eat out?”
Fang Xing took a sip of the milk tea. “Either is fine.”
“Let’s go home then, but let’s stop by the supermarket first.”
The milk tea was cold, not too sweet, and had added coconut jelly. Fang Xing drank half the cup before saying, “Tonight, let’s…”
“Eat sweet and sour spare ribs,” Jiang Zhijin immediately interjected.
“…Okay.”
During holidays and the past few days of exams, Jiang Zhijin would usually ask him what he wanted to eat. Fang Xing paused for a moment before reacting, feeling a bit amused and exasperated.
“Do you have to be like this? After finishing the exam, you don’t even bother asking anymore.”
“Well that’s because….” Jiang Zhijin said solemnly. “You’re no longer a precious high school senior.”
“Flying birds leave no trace, while cunning rabbits meet their end.” It didn’t seem quite appropriate here. Fang Xing sighed. “So what am I now?”
“Simply put, you’re just my boyfriend,” Jiang Zhijin said.
“…You’re quite something.” Fang Xing stared at him for a moment. “How many boys have you fooled?”
“It’s getting a bit too much with the jealousy,” Jiang Zhijin glanced at Fang Xing, his lips curling up. “You’re the only one.”
Fang Xing laughed for a while, and Jiang Zhijin’s smile widened. After a moment, he called out, “Fang Xing,” with a hint of laughter in his tone.
“Congratulations on graduating.”
This simple remark left Fang Xing feeling a bit empty, finally giving him a sense of reality.
He had graduated.
“The holiday after graduation is quite long. Do you want to go out for a while?” Jiang Zhijin suggested. “Don’t graduates usually like to go on graduation trips, or maybe get a driver’s license?”
“I haven’t decided,” Fang Xing said.
“Going home, traveling, getting a driver’s license, or, as Xu Hang suggested, doing nothing at all and just lying in bed for five or six days. Or stay at home and not go out, first—”
Fang Xing was about to say “play games for a couple of days,” but as he lazily glanced out the car window, he happened to see an adult store across the street.
So he swallowed back the words he hadn’t yet spoken, and after a few seconds, it turned into a short “Fuck.”
Suddenly, he remembered something.
About the promise he and Jiang Zhijin had made together, something about what they would do after the college entrance exams, something not suitable for minors.
Jiang Zhijin remained quiet for a few seconds, finding it hard not to laugh. “Hey, I wasn’t thinking in that direction originally, but your reaction makes it hard not to think about it—”
“What about it?” Fang Xing interrupted.
In the bustling city streets, with a continuous flow of people and cars, Fang Xing’s face, which had been cooled by the breeze outside the window, suddenly flushed again.
How could there be someone as shameless, shameless, and shameless as Jiang Zhijin, yet still have the audacity to act coy—
“Let’s fulfill the promise first,” Fang Xing said without hesitation the next moment.
Tsk, you’re quite something. Not everyone could guess that you just played a rogue move,” Jiang Zhijin glanced at him.
After finishing his milk tea and placing the cup aside, Fang Xing looked at Jiang Zhijin. “Do you think you are the only one who can play a rogue move?”
Jiang Zhijin laughed for a good three or four minutes before stopping. “You’re quite something. Alright, I’ll wait for you in the car, and you can get the stuff yourself when we stop.”
He paused for a moment before continuing, “Do you know what to get? Do you need me to write a note for you?”
As for what to buy, it definitely wasn’t sweet and sour spare ribs—Fang Xing was wrong. In terms of shamelessness and playing rogue moves, Jiang Zhijin was still the undisputed winner.
Fang Xing took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Let’s just buy it. After all, as adults, who couldn’t buy adult products?
Although that’s what was said, when Jiang Zhijin finally parked the car in front of the pharmacy, he still asked, “Should I go in with you?”
“No need.” Fang Xing straightforwardly opened the car door. “You can just wait out here.”
On the evening after the college entrance exams, some people went out for a feast, some went to internet cafes, some went singing, and some went to the pharmacy to buy… two boxes of condoms and lubricant.
People in love really fall so low.
Fortunately, the staff at the pharmacy were very professional, quickly processed the transaction, put the items in a bag, and handed them to Fang Xing. Fang Xing handed them to Jiang Zhijin as he exited, which led to Jiang Zhijin laughing for a long time.
Once the weather warmed up, Jiang Zhijin was willing to go out for a stroll in the evening breeze. After dinner, the two of them walked around like old men, returning to take a shower. When they checked the time, it was already past eight.
After the college entrance exams, escaping from the devilish state of relentless studying, Fang Xing didn’t know what he should do anymore. Jiang Zhijin was still in the shower, and Fang Xing hesitated for a moment before randomly picking a movie to watch.
It was a foreign film with good reviews but not very popular, in its original language. Normally, Fang Xing might have watched it seriously, but today he found himself frequently distracted.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped and started again, indicating that Jiang Zhijin was showering. Fang Xing listened to the faint noises coming from inside and suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
Having seen Jiang Zhijin only a few times without clothes, Fang Xing noticed that his skin was very fair, probably due to staying indoors during the day and being active at night. However, unlike the sickly pale of someone thin and weak, his physique was very defined.
Such as his arms, collarbones, waist…
Fuck.
Fang Xing sighed, feeling a bit disgusted with himself.
Better watch the movie for a while, he stared at the TV screen, trying to focus solely on it.
In the Italian film, a romance was unfolding in a garden. The female lead looked familiar, as if Fang Xing had seen her in another movie—
Before he could finish his thought, there was a “snap,” and the screen that had been playing the movie suddenly turned pitch black. At the same time, all the lights in the room went out.
“Damn it!”
The voices from both the living room and the bathroom almost sounded simultaneously. Fang Xing was momentarily stunned and immediately turned his head.
Suddenly plunged into darkness, his eyes struggled to adjust to the environment. He could only look in the direction of the bathroom by intuition, reaching out to find his phone he had thrown somewhere, while shouting, “Jiang Zhijin!”
“I’m here,” Jiang Zhijin replied, his voice slightly raised.
Fang Xing still hadn’t found his phone. He couldn’t be bothered to retrieve it, waiting until his eyes could vaguely make out something in the darkness with the help of the light from outside the window, and then groping his way towards the bathroom.
“Are you okay?”
“Just finished showering,” Jiang Zhijin sounded a bit helpless, “You scared me.”
Fang Xing couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t you like watching horror movies with the lights off?”
“I enjoy it, but I can’t help being scared in this situation.”
Changing into pajamas in this environment was a bit challenging. Jiang Zhijin took a few steps, instinctively grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and opened the door.
“You—”
He thought Fang Xing was in the living room and was about to ask if he was okay. But as he opened the door, he saw a blurry figure standing outside, about to knock on the door.
Like a scene from a horror movie.
Jiang Zhijin sighed, grasped Fang Xing’s outstretched hand, and said, “It’s fine.”
Fang Xing visibly relaxed, returning the grip and stepping back to let Jiang Zhijin out first.
“What’s going on?”
“Don’t know, I’ll check the property group later,” Jiang Zhijin said, looking at Fang Xing. “Scared, huh, Xiao Xing?”
“Get lost,” Fang Xing laughed and scolded, but Jiang Zhijin still held his hand. It took a moment for Fang Xing to realize that something was off.
He absentmindedly rubbed Jiang Zhijin’s arm and belatedly said, “You’re not wearing clothes.”
“Tsk,” Jiang Zhijin clicked his tongue, “You’re going to make me look for clothes to put on in this situation?”
The room was very quiet, with only a faint light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, barely illuminating the silhouettes of the two people. Jiang Zhijin’s arm was still damp, carrying traces of unevaporated moisture, moistening Fang Xing’s palm.
Fang Xing suddenly felt a bit tight in the throat. He squeezed Jiang Zhijin’s wrist and called out, “Jiang Zhijin.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Zhijin responded softly.
The next moment, Fang Xing grabbed Jiang Zhijin’s wrist and abruptly pulled him closer, fiercely searching for his lips and passionately kissing him.
Because it was too dark, when the two stumbled into the bedroom, Jiang Zhijin accidentally bumped into the edge of the bed, causing him to wince lightly. Before he could react, Fang Xing pushed him down onto the bed and leaned over him.
On summer nights in Shaojiang, the air was slightly cooler without the daytime heat, but where Jiang Zhijin and Fang Xing touched, it felt like fever or fire, the temperature suddenly rising. The air seemed to stagnate, and in the darkness, Fang Xing leaned in from Jiang Zhijin’s lips to his neck, then to his collarbone and chest.
Jiang Zhijin’s body still carried moisture, and as Fang Xing kissed down, it was slippery and hot. With one swift motion, he deftly pulled off Jiang Zhijin’s towel, reached between his legs, and began to move his hand.
Jiang Zhijin let out a muffled groan, tilting his head back slightly.
His hair was just casually wiped, not blow-dried, leaving it cool and damp, contrasting sharply with the heat of his body.
At this moment, Jiang Zhijin could still manage to gather his thoughts and think Fang Xing’s voice sounded nice.
His voice was low, slightly suppressed, a bit urgent but not messy, rather enticing, easily arousing desire.
At least Jiang Zhijin’s own desire had been stirred by the person on top of him.
“On the bedside table,” Jiang Zhijin gasped softly.
In the darkness, Fang Xing reached out to feel around and touched a small packet.
Inside were the condoms and lubricant bought earlier that day.
He casually took out a box of condoms, tore one open, and put it on, then unscrewed the lubricant.
He didn’t know how much to use, couldn’t see, so he squeezed a handful based on instinct, then tossed the bottle aside and reached under Jiang Zhijin.
The lubricant felt a bit cool, especially noticeable with Fang Xing’s excessive squeezing. As Fang Xing probed with his fingers, slippery and hot, Jiang Zhijin couldn’t help but react.
“You… squeezed the whole bottle, didn’t you?” Jiang Zhijin gasped.
“I don’t know,” Fang Xing’s voice was hoarse, clearly suppressing his breath. He slowly inserted a finger, still asking, “Is it okay?”
Jiang Zhijin let out a muffled groan.
Fang Xing’s movements were obviously inexperienced, although he was already being very careful. But Jiang Zhijin didn’t want to discourage the enthusiasm of the inexperienced guy’s first time, saying amidst his breaths, “It’s okay.”
Fang Xing tentatively inserted another finger, slowly probing inside, then leaned down to kiss Jiang Zhijin’s collarbone and chest, nibbling and rubbing.
Heat, itchiness, subtle pain, and escalating desire filled their senses. When Fang Xing’s chaotic dilation was almost complete, Jiang Zhijin gasped softly, “put it in.”
“Oh.”
Fang Xing decisively withdrew his hand, replaced it with his crotch, and slowly inserted it.
“Fuck.” Jiang Zhijin gasped heavily, clearly feeling himself being penetrated.
Fang Xing’s mind went blank, with only the heavy breathing ringing in his ears, one sound after another, all guided by instinct. He thrust forward first slowly then heavily, completely entering Jiang Zhijin’s body.
“Damn it—” Jiang Zhijin couldn’t help but groan.
Fang Xing couldn’t hear anymore; he was covered in sweat, feeling feverish, but the sensation of being wrapped around down below was incredibly clear.
Jiang Zhijin’s legs were on either side of Fang Xing’s waist. He grabbed Jiang Zhijin’s ankles, and in this position, began to thrust rapidly.
At first, the thrusting caused Jiang Zhijin pain to the point of wanting to kick someone. But as Fang Xing moved rapidly inside him, the tingling sensation and pleasure gradually intensified, and Jiang Zhijin couldn’t help but moan.
His moans were hoarse, somewhat low, not melodious or forceful, only occasionally releasing one or two sounds when Fang Xing thrust harder, but they were enticing. They made Fang Xing particularly… excited.
The faint moans and the slapping of flesh echoed in the darkness. After who knows how long, Jiang Zhijin felt like his waist was about to break from being thrust, and Fang Xing finally thrust heavily into Jiang Zhijin’s body and came amidst Jiang Zhijin’s muffled groans.