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Yang Youming’s “Gradual Distance”

Yu Haiyang and Fang Jianyuan’s intimate scene in the hospital bathroom.

Yang Youming expressed his disapproval to He Zheng before filming; he thought it was too dirty.

He Zheng replied indifferently, “You two are both men. Who cares if it’s dirty or not when you’re doing it? Don’t many people mess around in public toilets?” After saying that, he asked Yang Youming, “Do you always check whether it’s clean or not first?”

Yang Youming glanced at him and serenely said, “I do.”

He Zheng grinned at that and said, “Then you were probably with the wrong person.”

The wrong person?

These three words caused Yang Youming’s mind to wander, his thoughts drifting to Yuan Qian. When Yuan Qian was still pursuing him, he’d told Yuan Qian that they didn’t suit each other. At the time, Yuan Qian had said, how would they know if they hadn’t tried? She had always been a confident woman, and had once told Yang Youming that as long as she believed they were a good match, then they were a good match. In the end, Yang Youming found that he’d been right all along—he shouldn’t have believed her.

He Zheng called him and Xia Xingcheng to go over the scene together.

Since the time he slapped him, Xia Xingcheng had avoided him at all costs. The swelling on Yang Youming’s face had long since subsided, but Xia Xingcheng kept their personal contact to a minimum.

He Zheng asked Xia Xingcheng what he thought of Fang Jianyuan’s state of mind at present.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xingcheng brought up the word ‘sacrifice’.

Yang Youming, whose eyes were glued to the script inattentively, glanced up at Xia Xingcheng’s words. He knew that he wasn’t showing any emotion on his face, but for some reason, the word ‘sacrifice’ sparked a fire within him, lighting up his impulses.

So before filming started, Yang Youming smiled at Xia Xingcheng, who was going to ‘sacrifice’ himself to him, and said, “I’m going to give this scene my all.”

The toilet cubicle was dark, cramped, and filthy. In this confined space, stirrings of the unthinkable broke free and surged forth, and Yang Youming discovered that he and Yu Haiyang had become one as he gazed at the smoldering lust in Xia Xingcheng’s eyes.

Xia Xingcheng responded at once, just like he said he would. It was obvious that he was already overwhelmed, yet he still sacrificed himself without reservation.

Yang Youming watched Xia Xingcheng tilt his head, exposing his fair, delicate neck. It was a fatal point of the human body, and the protruding Adam’s apple beneath was undoubtedly just a male identifying trait, yet at this very moment, it unexpectedly aroused Yang Youming’s desire, enticing him to toy with it.

Their physical reactions were obvious, but the cameras that were still pointed at them were a constant reminder that they were putting on a play. So after Yang Youming displayed the passion that he was supposed to show in front of the cameras, he calmly pulled back. His expression gradually smoothened out until no trace of emotion remained.

Yang Youming found that his self-control was gradually slipping.

The day he and Xia Xingcheng filmed the dinner scene, he peeled the sauteed shrimp, fed it to Xia Xingcheng’s mouth, and watched Xia Xingcheng’s soft lips fall open. Xia Xingcheng cautiously took it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Yang Youming glanced at the leftover sauce on his finger that was right by Xia Xingcheng’s lips, and blurted out, “Lick it for me?”

This wasn’t in the script; Yang Youming had let the words slip out of his mouth without even realising. Perhaps it was something he believed Yu Haiyang would say, or maybe he just wanted to tease Xia Xingcheng.

He Zheng expressed his dislike at the act. He thought it was too frivolous, that it didn’t fit the mood of the film.

But right then, Yang Youming’s eyes caught the way Xia Xingcheng’s tongue darted out to lick his finger. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by He Zheng’s shout, and it was only then that Xia Xingcheng appeared to return to his senses.

Yang Youming took the wet wipes Li Yun handed to him and cleaned his hands. He thought back to Xia Xingcheng’s reaction and couldn’t help but smile faintly.

That particular day turned out to be Xia Xingcheng’s birthday. Yang Youming only found out about it when he saw the cake that the staff members carried out. Without thinking further, he asked Li Yun to help him prepare a birthday present for Xia Xingcheng.

Yang Youming had previously worked with a luxury brand. At the time, he’d donned a man’s necklace that was engraved with a pattern of stars, which he’d always thought was perfect for Xia Xingcheng.

But since they were currently at the filming base, and the nearest city with the brand store was almost a four-hour drive away, there wouldn’t be enough time to fetch it even if Li Yun set out immediately. In the end, they could only contact the store and ask them to send a necklace over.

That evening, right before they returned to the hotel after dinner, Yang Youming personally gifted it to Xia Xingcheng.

He was certain Xia Xingcheng would love the gift.

Sure enough, that night, Xia Xingcheng came knocking on his door with the necklace around his neck. When Yang Youming opened the door, he registered Xia Xingcheng’s flushed face and the zeal in his eyes, and deliberately asked, “What’s the matter?”

Xia Xingcheng’s excitement dimmed a bit, but the blush on his cheeks didn’t recede. Xia Xingcheng explained, somewhat awkwardly, that he wanted to take a picture of the doll.

Yang Youming didn’t keep the doll in his suite, so he called Li Yun and asked her to send the doll over.

Xia Xingcheng was dressed in nothing but a nightgown, the vast expanse of his chest and legs exposed. They sat down face to face and chatted about the necklace. Yang Youming only mentioned that it was Li Yun who’d gone and bought it, not mentioning the fact that he himself had also spent quite an effort to get the necklace specially delivered by the brand.

Later on, the dolls were sent over, and Xia Xingcheng left after snapping a few photos.

Yang Youming escorted him all the way to the door. He bid him goodnight, and Xia Xingcheng said it back with a grin. After he turned away and left, Yang Youming shut the door.

He paused at the door for a few moments before turning around and heading back inside.

When they shot the third intimate scene, He Zheng asked Xia Xingcheng to be completely naked in front of the camera.

Although it wasn’t full-frontal nudity, Yang Youming was still irritated. He didn’t want Xia Xingcheng to appear fully naked in the film, not even a side shot.

Xia Xingcheng, on the other hand, agreed to He Zheng’s request.

In the bathroom, Xia Xingcheng stripped down and stood beneath the jet of water. The bathroom was fogged up, and with water gushing down his body, he was completely shrouded in steam, giving Yang Youming a hazy view of his back.

Xia Xingcheng was very skinny. Yang Youming knew he’d purposely lost weight prior to filming, but he currently looked too thin. His shoulder blades jutted out, his lower back sunken in, his arms and legs too slender, only the flesh on his ass seemed to have retained its plumpness.

Yang Youming made his way over to Xia Xingcheng and embraced him from behind. He felt a jolt from Xia Xingcheng. It wasn’t an act; he was genuinely startled. Their bodies were flush against each other. Yang Youming kissed his shoulder, his palm brushing against Xia Xingcheng’s silky skin, and as he moved to wrap his hands around Xia Xingcheng’s waist, he almost couldn’t grab hold of it—it was too slippery.

His hand slid down Xia Xingcheng’s lower belly. It was so flat, and his hip bones were sharp. He didn’t want to imagine what was further down, so he kept his hand there and drew Xia Xingcheng back, bringing their bodies closer together. He could feel Xia Xingcheng’s plump ass squeeze up against his body. The stream of water washed down his face incessantly and he could hardly breathe.

Xia Xingcheng, who was wrapped in Yang Youming’s embrace, was gasping for air. Even the violent rise and fall of his chest could clearly be felt.

He jerked Xia Xingcheng around and blocked the camera with his own body before pressing Xia Xingcheng against the wall and kissing him. After He Zheng yelled cut, Yang Youming snatched a towel and wrapped it around Xia Xingcheng’s waist.

He didn’t want to let anyone else see.

This was how they were: they started off as two strangers and progressed to this point over time. Kissing, touching, embracing, eyes full of affection as they gaze at the other, constantly telling themselves: I love him.

It grew increasingly difficult for Yang Youming to maintain his indifference and stay away. He could no longer disengage from his role and examine this man’s body through the eyes of his character as they shot this intimate scene. Xia Xingcheng’s body drew him in. He was aroused.

In this way, filming intimate scenes had instead become a form of torture for him.

When filming, he would never make unnecessary moves towards his co-star beyond what was required in the scene. All the intimate scenes he had shot before were with actresses. Whether they were touching or embracing, he would always try his best to avoid the other’s sensitive parts so that no one would feel offended.

He wished he was able to treat Xia Xingcheng the same way, but the last intimate scene on the bed proved to be too much of a challenge.

He Zheng was perfectly aware that the movie couldn’t be screened in the country. He didn’t want to control the scale either, so he shot the movie exactly as he wished. He’d told Yang Youming that, in filming a romance between two men, desire was a necessary, inseparable part.

The scene had the two of them in bed, pressed up against each other with two thin layers of fabric separating their bodies.

Was it awkward? It was awkward, because there were a lot of things that couldn’t be concealed. Although the blanket blocked off the cameras, the two men were too aware of each other.

Xia Xingcheng’s eyes were dilated, red blooming across his entire face, while Yang Youming kept his expressions under control. But the only thing he could control was that—his expressions. At that very moment, he tensed his muscles and forced himself to restrain the thoughts of entering Xia Xingcheng’s body.

The course of the affair became an endless torture—there was nothing he wished for more than He Zheng’s timely shout for them to stop. As soon as He Zheng yelled ‘cut!’, he tore away from Xia Xingcheng’s body, wrapped himself up in a bathrobe, and fled.

This was too ridiculous, he thought to himself. It was time for him to extricate himself from this role and these circumstances. The sooner, the better.

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Thank you to Anon for the kofis!

t/n – edited by sof mwah

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