Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 519: Chasing After The Sun

As the night deepened, He Juan and Mu Yuze settled on the couch with the TV playing a sci-fi movie which had once taken the world by storm when it had just been released. Mu Yuze had a plate of cake in his hand, courtesy of He Juan who finally took matters into his own hands after the boy kept dawdling, unable to bring himself to cut the precious cake.

As the savory matcha flavored danced on his taste buds, Mu Yuze found his gaze wandering to He Juan for the nth time. The light in the living room was dim, allowing the glow from the television screen to cast deep shadows over his captivating features. Even just sitting there and doing nothing, he looked so gorgeous that Mu Yuze found his breath being seized away.

All of a sudden, their gazes collided and Mu Yuze flinched so hard that the plate almost flew out of his hand.

His cheeks burned in a furious shade of red as He Juan chuckled, a sound that never failed to make his heart stutter. "Why do you keep sneaking glances at me, little bunny? Do you have something you want to say? Is the movie not to your liking?"

Alas, how could Mu Yuze admit that not even the record-breaking blockbuster movie could hold his interest more than a single flutter of He Juan’s lashes, or the subtlest curve on the corner of He Juan’s lips? Goodness, that would make him look so much like a smitten fool!

He was thankful that the dim lighting concealed his blush to some extent, though he was certain that his voice wavered when he said the first random excuse that came to mind, "Y–You didn’t get any cake for yourself. Do you want to try?" He weakly offered his plate to He Juan, hoping that it was enough to distract the man from his excessive ogling.

He Juan’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment too long, and just as Mu Yuze’s heart was about to burst from how nervous he was, He Juan leaned down and opened his mouth. "Ah—" His arms did not show any indication of moving.

The implication behind this gesture was crystal-clear, and Mu Yuze felt his jaws dropping all the way to the first floor.

No way, Juan-gege couldn’t possibly be...

"What’s wrong?" He asked after seeing that Mu Yuze was stunned silly, a mischievous glint in his silver eyes. "Didn’t you want me to try it?"

Mu Yuze’s hand trembled as he reached for the spoon. He gritted his teeth and glared daggers at He Juan, although all he wanted was to combust on the spot to save himself from the current predicament. Fine, if He Juan was intent to tease him, then two could play the game! He scooped a tiny spoonful of cake and brought it to He Juan’s mouth, willing his hand not to shake too much. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away as He Juan’s smiling lips closed around the spoon – the spoon that had been in his own mouth just a few minutes ago.

Oh God, it was his spoon that had entered He Juan’s mouth. Wouldn’t it mean that this was a... a...

The realization struck him akin to a bolt of lightning, making him light-headed as though his body could no longer carry oxygen to his brain. And it was made worse when He Juan did not immediately pull away. Instead, his soft and red tongue poked out to lick the spoon clean. He commented with his face scrunched up in distaste, "Not sweet enough."

However, Mu Yuze could no longer hear what he was saying. His entire body flushed from head to toe, his breath scorching hot as though he was sitting on top of a burning cauldron. Only God knew how big the courage he had mustered to beg He Juan to let him stay for the night. It was an impulse that had come from nowhere, stemming from his reluctance to part with He Juan for he had no idea how many days he would have to endure until he could see him again. He was certain that he had wasted a year’s worth of courage just to voice the request out loud, and with He Juan teasing him like this... oh Lord, he felt weak, so weak that he was not sure if he could stand properly.

It was fortunate that his gland patch was fixed securely in place, otherwise his scent would definitely reveal everything he was feeling within.

He couldn’t even tell if this was the Omega part of him wishing to submit to a superior Alpha, or it was just Mu Yuze reacting to the man he loved. Or perhaps it was the combination of both, intensifying the flutter in his chest and stomach.

Exactly which part of him thought that he would have a chance against He Juan, when only one gesture from the man managed to strip him of any semblance of logic and reason?

He Juan raised his eyelids to look at him, and whatever he saw on Mu Yuze’s voice caused him to freeze. Mu Yuze couldn’t even begin to guess what kind of face he was making right now. He could only stare, like a spellbound fool he was, as He Juan slowly inched closer and placed a hand across his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

"Fuck..."

Mu Yuze’s eyes flew wide in disbelief. Did he just hear He Juan curse? He Juan huffed out a chuckle, his voice raspy. "Xiao Ze, don’t... don’t look at me like that."

Like what? Mu Yuze wanted to ask, but his throat was so dry that he couldn’t even form a word. With his vision taken away, his other senses seemed to heighten. He could detect the subtlest stutter in He Juan’s voice and the faint tremor in his exhale. Mu Yuze’s heart soared, for it seemed like He Juan was not as unaffected as he believed the man was?

For some reason, that discovery boosted him with an unprecedented surge of courage, because he, a greedy immature brat who was an utter nobody, managed to form a crack on the ever impeccable and formidable He Juan.

Just how was it possible?

As clueless as he was, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was certain that he would shrivel up and die in sheer mortification if things went awry, but at this moment, he was as dauntless as a moth throwing itself to the flame, desperate to embrace the warmth even though it might very well destroy him to dust. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Gege..." he internally winced at how needy and breathless he sounded, but he pushed his self-conscious thoughts aside in lieu of chasing after the sun. His sun. "Gege, can I..." his words faltered at that point. Would it be too shameless of him to ask for a kiss? So, at the last moment, he painstakingly twisted his words, gulping nervously. "Can I get closer to you?"

Even the cacophonous sounds of heated battle on the television failed to drown out the thunderous roar of his heartbeat. He had no idea whether he should be grateful that He Juan was covering his eyes, sparing him the vulnerability of exposing his deepest desires to the man’s scrutiny, or anxious for the tense silence that followed.

Why didn’t He Juan say anything? What kind of face was he making right now? What was running through his mind? Had Mu Yuze crossed the line by making such an audacious request? Would He Juan be angry and disgusted at him for—

The train of Mu Yuze’s thoughts abruptly screeched to a halt when a low chuckle reached his ears, and he realized with a jerk that it sounded much closer than he expected, as though the man’s lips were inches away from his ear.

"And how much closer do you mean by that? Hmm?" He Juan asked, and the sexy way he drawled his words caused a fiery pool of heat to coil around Mu Yuze’s stomach.