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He turned on the water, and got soap. As he was washing his hands, he looked up at the mirror. His red hair was sticking in more directions then usual since he had a large bandaid on the front of his head and a mean black eye to go with it. His lip was cut and when he looked down at his hands, he noticed that three knuckles of his fingers were bruised, and they all looked purple.
Qiu wiped his hands and walked out. The room was quiet. His family made him stay in the hospital. It was actually stupid.
Qiu ran his hand against his hair and looked out the window. What time was it? He lost a little time, remembering a few things like that uncle with that sad look in his gaze as he helped him to the ambulance and how a pair of paramedics helped the blue haired bartender. He remembered falling asleep after they finally checked him over and asked him a bunch of dumb questions.
There was a knock on the door and someone mumbled something from the other side.
He eyed the door and after a moment he went to open it.
Qiu looked up and his heart made a little cry in his chest.
It was him and he stood silently on the other side of the door.
Qiu didn't expect this at all. He did remember that they talked and that Pan Shu beat the crap out of those guys, and that he asked him again, that same question, but uncle still didn't seem so sure about him which still pissed him off.
Uncle just stood there and Qiu noticed a tray of food in his hands and how his hair was lose, only partially up in a bun as if he was in a hurry.
He was staring at him with an unreadable expression, and Qiu felt the intensity, but he wasn't sure what to make of it, so he crossed his arms and a small smirk grazed his lips as he looked at the uncle's blue outfit.
"What's with the scrubs, uncle, are you also a nurse on your days off from the bar?"
Uncle seemed to have snapped out of it for he blinked and the corners of his lips formed a small smile, as he pushed the tray lightly against Qiu.
"I sneaked in, I wanted to see if you were hungry and I wanted to find out if you were.. alright." Pan Shu looked down at the ground before lookng back at him.
Qiu sobered up and only nodded before he turned around and walked back into the room, leaving the door wide open, giving the other room to step in.
He felt angry suddenly and walked back to his bed to sit down on it. He heard Pan Shu put the tray of food on the table.
He crossed his arms and shrugged.
"I'm fine. We didn't have to make a big deal; now my family knows I got into some fight and they are grounding me for like a month."
Pan Shu took the cup from the tray and walked to the bed and silently sat down.
Qiu looked up at him and frowned.
"Those were just some losers, looking for a fight."
Uncle just looked at him calmly and then held out the cup of coffee.
"Here," Pan Shu said quietly and handed him the cup. Qiu looked down at it and after a brief hesitation, he took it from Pan Shu's hand, feeling those rough finger tips touch his own.
"Thanks," he mumbled staring at the cup.
Pan Shu looked away and fumbled with his pack of cigarettes.
"I know. It's easier to just say that they were assholes."
Qiu grunted and took a sip. He felt the pain of his swollen eye and closed his eyes.
Pan Shu stood up and walked to the window and placed his hands on the glass.
Qiu looked up at him, and saw how he gracefully moved, bringing his long arms up to push the windows open. The wind blew in and Qiu saw how uncle's hair tossed in the light breeze.
"I guess you get that a lot. Huh? You guys, I mean," he said suddenly and realized that he never thought of it too much. Qiu could pretty much do what he wanted, besides being caught up in anything that his family disapproved. He glared at the coffee and took another sip.
Pan Shu lit his cigarette and blew a small puff of smoke into the air before he turned around. He looked at Qiu calmly and then he smiled, like that day at the bar.
Qiu stood up and went to put the cup down on the tray.
"Why are you smiling, uncle, I don't see anything funny about that," he mumbled.
Pan Shu shook his head.
"It's definitely not. But you seem to think you are not included :with us:"
Qiu blushed and looked away, putting the cup down.
"Whatever. I don't have to tell you anything. I already told you what I want," he said and glared hard at Pan Shu, not feeling amused anymore.
Pan Shu narrowed his eyes slightly and approached Qiu, until he was right beside him, and his cigarette dangled from the side of his lips. He took it out slowly and smiled, bringing his fingers to trace the outside of Qiu's ear and then his cheek.
Qiu almost didn't feel it, but the sudden proximity made him blush harder. He looked up unsure for a second before he grabbed Pan Shu's fingers into his own hand. He realized that it was his bruised fingers and he winced slightly hoping uncle wouldn't see it.
Pan Shu looked automatically at his hand, and he very gently touched his hand, bringing it slowly to his lips.
Qiu blinked, remembering him kissing his hand before when he was still on the pavement. The sound of the ambulance made him momentarily feel sick. He blinked and looked back at the older man, who was now silently gazing at him with that sad look in his eyes, as if he was worried about him.
Qiu smirked and used his other hand to grab the older man by his shirt. And though uncle was stronger then he was, Pan Shu seemed to notice what he wanted as he looked down at his hand grasping his shirt and he allowed him to bring him closer, so that their upper bodies touched, and he could feel uncle's muscular chest against his smaller one.
Despite his bold move, he felt a little embarrassed, not knowing how to go about flirting with this man. It was easier with the girls. Pan Shu made him question his usually easy routine of getting anything he wanted. He looked up a little unsure and met uncle's brown eyes that no longer were calm but seemed to have darkened.
Before he could figure what that meant, Qiu suddenly felt a rough hand grab the back of his neck and he felt himself being pushed forward, until his feet had to go on tip toes, and he felt the pressure of uncle's mouth against his own.
When he moved to respond to the kiss, he felt the pain shot from his bruised eye, and he hesitated. But, it seemed to be his luck, for the uncle didn't see it.
Pan Shu brought his other hand and lightly touched his lower back, bringing their bodies closer and lightly but with persistence he moved his tongue and ran it against his lips before angling Qiu's face to better guide his tongue against his mouth.
Qiu made some small sound, more like a moan, but he didn't really realize it until it was already out of his mouth, and Pan Shu took advantage of that moment, for he thrust his tongue into his mouth and began exploring.
Not wanting to be an idiot for just standing there, Qiu moved his own hands up, until they caught the string capturing Pan Shu's light brown hair, and he forcefully snapped it off, before bringing his greedy fingers into the hair, feeling their softness really for the first time and realizing how much he wanted to touch that hair.
Uncle whispered something against his lips and he slowly started to withdraw, as he lazily sucked his bottom lip one more time before giving himself more distance.
Qiu grunted in frustration, but he smiled and pulled the man closer by bringing his own hand to the back of the uncle's head, until their foreheads touched each other. They stayed like that for a moment.
But, pain shot from Qiu's bruised eye and this time Pan Shu noticed it and frowned, bringing his hands to his shoulders as he stepped back a little.
"Sorry, you...I mean, you're still hurt. I shouldn't have."
Qiu smirked, "I didn't think you could get so flustered, uncle. You almost sound like a girl."
Pan Shu smiled but his face dropped a little and suddenly he gripped Qiu's shoulders a little harder, bringing his face closer as if he wanted to kiss him again, but he didn't. His eyes were serious and he seemed to lose focus as he looked into his eyes.
"You sure you don't want to be with a girl? It's still time to change your mind. I said I would give you a chance, but it's only if you're serious. It's not as easy as you think."
He could give a damn.
"I am serious, how many times do I have to say it?" He said annoyed and he huffed, crossing his hands in front of him.
Pan Shu looked down at him and shrugged.
"I mean with me. If you're serious about me. I'm older then you by enough that you will probably find.."
"Like I care."
Pan Shu eyed him calmly, but Qiu saw right through him. He was hurt, as he moved his hand through his long hair.
"Okay, if that is what you want, it is probably easier," he said slowly and made to turn around, but Qiu was quicker.
He smiled and grabbed Pan Shu's arm, before tugging at him to make the man stay put.
"I didn't mean it like that. Idiot. Look, I'm not looking for just a hook up. I'm better then any of those other guys you ever had. In fact, I will prove it to you. I mean it." He said firmly and he let go of the man's arm.
Pan Shu just started at him surprised, but then he slowly smiled.
" If you say it like that, who can resist."
He felt his face heat up and he looked away. He heard Pan Shu laugh and he lit a new cigarette.
Qiu determined, looked back at him and ran his eyes up and down the uncle's outfit.
"Say uncle, do you want to play doctor?"
Pan Shu smiled brightly, bringing his cigarette to his lips.
"You think I'm into that kinda stuff?"
Qiu made a face, " I'm sure you are, uncle."
Pan Shu smirked lightly before his eyes traveled to the food left on the tray.
"Go eat something. I'm here. We will have time for that."
Qiu frowned and looked put off, but after a few minutes of silence, as Pan Shu was just staring at him with amusement, he went to the tray and grabbed some pudding.
He sat down and saw Pan Shu nod and smile before the uncle leaned against the window, blowing out a puff of smoke and not even bothering to put his hair back up.
Qiu blushed lightly as he looked down at his food.
He had found someone he really liked and he was actually happy if not a little nervous, but he would never tell.