Men, regardless of age, always possess a competitive spirit on the court. In 3-on-3 basketball, one-on-one defense is standard. Zheng Yu'an was the forward for his team, and Yan Shuwang was on the opposing team, so the two naturally found themselves matched up.
Yan Shuwang was taller, and when raising his arms to defend, there was inevitably some physical contact. He had nimble footwork and convincing feints, breaking through Zheng Yu'an's defense several times. Back and forth, both men grew increasingly competitive. During Yan Shuwang's final 2-point jump shot, Zheng Yu'an, eager to block him, jumped without paying attention to his balance and fell onto Yan Shuwang.
Jiao Tang shouted, "Careful!"
Yan Shuwang instinctively wrapped his arms around Zheng Yu'an's waist.
An adult man's weight is not that of a kitten or puppy. Zheng Yu'an felt his vision rapidly descend, and Yan Shuwang clearly couldn't support him.
Zheng Yu'an landed on top of Yan Shuwang, his elbows supporting his weight on either side of Yan Shuwang's head. Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together. Yan Shuwang's thigh muscles were hot and tense. He lay stiffly, likely stunned by the fall, completely motionless.
"Sorry," Zheng Yu'an said, wanting to get up. But as he shifted his position, Yan Shuwang groaned.
"You're on my hair," Yan Shuwang said softly.
Zheng Yu'an quickly moved his hand. He had pulled a good portion of Yan Shuwang's hair loose. The latter simply removed his hair tie and sat up halfway.
Zheng Yu'an felt genuinely apologetic. "Sorry." He reached out his hand to Yan Shuwang. "Can you stand? Are you hurt?"
Yan Shuwang's gaze fell on Zheng Yu'an's fingertips. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking his hand. Jiao Tang had already run over. Seeing the two holding hands, he was taken aback.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Yan Shuwang shook his head. "I'm fine."
He didn't let go of Zheng Yu'an's hand, and Zheng Yu'an didn't mind him holding on. He said to Jiao Tang, "Let's go back to the lounge."
Jiao Tang, of course, had no objections, and told the others to scatter.
Afraid that Yan Shuwang might have truly injured himself, Zheng Yu'an half-supported, half-carried him back to the lounge.
"Let me check your leg." Zheng Yu'an knelt in front of the man, rolled up his trouser leg to the knee, and carefully examined it.
Yan Shuwang had shapely legs. His skin was clean and fair, and his body hair was neither sparse nor excessive – everything was just right. Zheng Yu'an saw a red mark, but the skin wasn't broken. He looked up and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Yan Shuwang probably hadn't expected him to look up so suddenly. Their eyes met, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment before Yan Shuwang smiled softly. "Not really."
Zheng Yu'an said, "It doesn't seem like any bones are broken... anywhere else?"
Yan Shuwang thought for a moment, then, perhaps jokingly, said, "My ass hurts quite a bit."
Zheng Yu'an took it seriously. "Your tailbone? Lie down, and I'll take a look."
Yan Shuwang actually lay down on the bench.
Zheng Yu'an lifted Yan Shuwang's sports vest, revealing the lower half of his back muscles. The curve of his side looked sculpted, solid and sensual. Coming across a man with a similar good figure, there was more or less a sense of comparison. Zheng Yu'an suddenly wondered how many abs Yan Shuwang had.
Even though they were the same gender, pulling down someone's pants was still a little awkward. In the end, Zheng Yu'an only loosened the elastic waistband of Yan Shuwang's sports pants and peeked inside a few times, saying vaguely, "Doesn't seem swollen."
Yan Shuwang's face was buried in the bench. After a long while, he mumbled, "Mm."
"I'll go buy you a bottle of water," Zheng Yu'an said, standing up. He added considerately, "You lie down for a while longer."
Yan Shuwang had already sat up. He nodded expressionlessly, his posture somewhat strange, casually grabbing a bath towel and covering his lower body. Zheng Yu'an didn't think much of it, pulled his wallet out of the locker, and went out to buy him water.
Once he was gone, a trace of barely suppressed exhaustion appeared between Yan Shuwang's brows.
His phone rang for a while, but Yan Shuwang ignored it. He waited for the surging desire in his lower body to subside before taking out a cigarette from his bag on the floor, tapping one out and putting it in his mouth.
The caller was Jiao Tang. Yan Shuwang held the cigarette with one hand and lazily swiped to answer the call.
"Little Zheng is so handsome," Jiao Tang said. "No wonder you like him."
Yan Shuwang scoffed. He was so good-looking that even the shape of his lips was captivating. When he smiled disdainfully, he resembled a romantic rogue. "He's straight. He's not one of us."
Jiao Tang said affectedly, "Oh, why say it out loud? Straight men are so boring."
Yan Shuwang took a drag of his cigarette and didn't reply.
Jiao Tang didn't really dare to provoke him, especially when Yan Shuwang was in a bad mood. He could only soften his voice and advise, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. There are little bottoms everywhere in the circle for you to choose from. Don't be so stubborn."
Yan Shuwang laughed again, and Jiao Tang, understandingly, shut his mouth.
"Tell me," Yan Shuwang said, staring at the scarlet tip of his cigarette, his eyes narrowed slightly, speaking calmly, "If I f**k him when he comes back, would that be considered r**e?"