Henry stopped the van at a red traffic light. He was still blushing. His heart was still beating crazily. Not only because he had a wet dream and shot all over Jay's body, but also...
The touch in the dream... so real, so tender, so smooth... Was that Jay's body?
He thought of Jay's nude body. It was so beautiful... so attractive...
He thought of the feeling and the touch in his dream...
Henry found that his own dick started to stand up again. He slapped himself hard on the head. What was he thinking? Jay was just a kid. AND Jay was a boy! How could Jay make him react so... intensely?
*Honk Honk*
Henry startled and woke up from his daydream. The traffic light had already turned green. He changed the gear and stepped on the gas pedal. The van started to go fast, as if he wanted to throw those thoughts and images far behind.
Jay opened his eyes. He didn't know the time, and he didn't know how long he had slept. However, though it was really hot, it was actually the longest and the deepest sleep he had ever had in a month or two.
He lay on the bed and thought about the night before. He just ran away like that. What would his parents, his agent, and his assistants say? What about the next concert? What about his future days?
Thinking for a while, Jay didn't have any answer. He decided not to think about that anymore. He sat up and saw the thick quilt by the window. He recalled the funny scene in the morning and laughed.
This man was really funny, Jay thought. The man had a wet dream and shot all over his body, then went really panicked. Jay thought of the man's antics and felt so funny.
Then Jay thought about the man's eyes when he was in the man's van, and when he was eating the man's late night snack. The man's eyes were full of tenderness. Jay knew that the man must be a very good person.
Jay looked at the small apartment. It was really small. Beside the window was a small desk, and next to it was a small cabinet. The desk, cabinet and the bed he was on almost occupied half of the area of this studio apartment. At the other side of this apartment was a small kitchen counter and a small bathroom.
Jay couldn't imagine how a person could live in such a small apartment. Besides, the apartment was a bit of a mess. Jay's own room was much larger than this apartment, and he liked to keep it neat and tidy. When he was younger, his mother always asked him to clean his own room by himself. Jay decided to help the man clean this small apartment after eating something, grateful for the man's kindly letting him sleep in his apartment. Well, after all, he had nothing to do either.
Suddenly, Jay thought of an important thing.
The man kindly let Jay stay and sleep in his apartment. However, Jay didn't even know the man's name!
Jay thought for a while. Then he stood up and walked to the desk. He opened the drawer and started to search inside.
Well, no, Henry really couldn't concentrate on his work the whole day. For one reason he was really worried about Jay messing everything up in his studio apartment; for another he was really upset with himself, making the condition so embarrassing in the morning. How could he explain it to Jay? Though Jay seemed not to care about it, would Jay think he was a pervert?
Working the whole day, Henry finally finished his last turn of work. He remembered that he needed to buy dinner for Jay, so he went to a restaurant to buy two bowls of noodles. On second thought, he decided to buy one more. Then he rode his own motorcycle back to his own apartment. He walked upstairs, imagining how tragic his apartment would be.
He held his breath and opened the apartment door with the key. Oh! Thank God. Not in a mess at all. To be honest, his apartment seemed to be a bit cleaner than when he left. Maybe Jay helped him to clean a bit. Even the thick quilt was not on the floor anymore. Henry sighed with relief. He saw that Jay was sitting on his bed, still naked, with a guitar. Jay saw Henry come in and smiled at him.
"You finally came back. I'm sooooo hungry," said Jay.
"Okay. Here is our dinner. Oh, you found my guitar."
"Yeah. It's so boring staying here. You don't even have a TV. Then I found this guitar."
"Let's have dinner first," Henry beckoned to Jay.
Henry put the small table and chairs back to their original position. He would have liked to ask Jay where his thick quilt was, but that reminded him of the embarrassing condition that morning. He was blushing again and decided to ask later. He put the food on the table. Jay gave a happy exclamation.
"Ha! Finally I have some decent food to eat!"
Again, Henry didn't know if he should laugh or be upset. "I'm soooo sorry, I didn't have any decent food for you. I owe you so much," said Henry, sounding a bit upset.
Jay too, seemed to finally sense Henry's annoyance. He said in apology, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."
Henry smiled wryly. "Okay, okay. I know that you have been hungry for the whole day. Come and eat." This food cost me three-day's worth of dinners, Henry thought, but he didn't say it.
Jay didn't talk anymore. He took one bowl of noodles and started to wolf down everything very quickly.
Henry said, "Don't hurry. I bought two bowls of noodles for you. Nobody will take them away."
"Well, I always eat very fast. I have so many classes and I usually don't have time to eat. So I have to eat very fast," Jay said, still eating.
"Eat slower. We are not in a hurry today."
Henry took his bowl and started to eat too. In a minute Jay had started to attack the second bowl of noodles. When Henry finished his noodles, Jay put the bowl down too and wiped his own mouth with his hand.
"Ha, I'm so full."
Henry smiled looking at Jay rubbing his own belly. He stood up and started to clean the table. Jay stood up to help Henry too.
After everything was cleaned up, Henry sat on the bed, and beckoned to Jay. Jay sat beside Henry.
"Well, uh..." Henry didn't know how to start their conversation. Then he found a safe question. "Is Jay Feng your real name?"
Jay nodded. "And is your name Henry Li? I realized that you let me sleep in your apartment, but I didn't even know your name. So I searched the desk and found some certificates with this name. I think that it should be your name."
Henry nodded.
"Okay. I haven't said thank you to you. Thanks for letting me stay at your apartment."
"It's nothing. Uh... Jay... About... about... this morning..."
"This morning? What?"
"Well... I... I didn't do anything bad to you."
"Oh, that's okay. I know it. You just had a wet dream."
"Didn't you feel uncomfortable with that?"
"Why, of course not. I wasn't born yesterday," Jay said as if he was already an adult.
Henry sighed with relief. It seemed that he was thinking too much. "Okay. Then, where is my thick quilt?"
"Oh, I removed the quilt cover and put it in the bathroom, then I put your quilt back into the cabinet."
Well, Henry wondered if he could say this boy was mature or immature. Jay remembered to say thanks and even helped Henry to clean the room, but he also complained and asked so many things right after coming into Henry's apartment, and even searched Henry's desk without permission. Henry didn't know what to say about this boy. He decided to change the topic.
"Okay. Now, Jay, can you tell me, why did you sneak into my van last night?"
Jay's smile vanished. He leaned against the wall and hung his head. His hands played with his own dick unconsciously. He didn't answer Henry's question right away.
Henry tried to sound Jay out about this. "What's wrong? I saw that many, many people went to your concert. Something bad happened? Or?"
Jay shook his head.
"So, what on earth could have happened?"
Jay finally started to speak after a while. "Because I feel so tired."
"So tired?"
Jay nodded slightly. "I'm so tired. I don't want to sing anymore."
"Why? You sing very well. Thousands of people are crazy for you."
Jay shook his head. "I don't like it. My schedule was so full. Before the performance, I have to practice everyday. Even if there's no performances, I still need to go to singing classes, piano classes, guitar classes, dancing classes... I'm so tired."
A few seconds of silence and Jay started again.
"I want to be like my other classmates, playing on computers and at basketball. But even in our P. E. classes, Wayne came to tell my teacher to make sure to not let anybody hurt or injure me. All my classmates now stay far away from me. That time I really got mad at Wayne."
"Wayne?"
"My agent."
"Oh."
Jay was so young, but he had an agent to protect him like that. Actually Henry felt a bit envious. However, when he saw Jay's depressed face, he started to feel sorry for Jay.
"I could only have one night's rest after yesterday's concert, and I'd have to practice again and again every day, to prepare for my next concert on Saturday next week. I really don't want to sing anymore. I just want to hide somewhere, far far away from them. So I changed my t-shirt and wore my glasses and cap and sneaked out of the stadium."
Jay still hung his head. His hands were still playing with his penis. Henry patted Jay's shoulder in sympathy.
"That's because you are so popular. Everyone likes you. Don't you like the feeling that so many people are crazy for you?"
Jay shook his head again. "That just puts so much more pressure on me."
Do you know how many people are craving for such "pressure"? Henry thought. Jay started to speak again.
"Even if I was just reproved one minute before, I still had to sing when the show started. When I saw the fans I also needed to force myself to smile. I'm so tired."
Tears started to fall down from Jay's face. Henry caressed Jay's head softly.
"Then, how long do you want to stay here? You can't hide here forever."
"Can't I keep staying here?" Jay raised his head and asked, with watery eyes.
Henry shook his head. "I can't take care of you for very long. I'm too poor. Besides, your parents must be very anxious and worried about you so much, right now. I think you'd better go home. If you really don't like those things, you can have a talk with your mom."
"No! I've told my mom so many times. She always tells me not to be so silly like a kindergarten tot. I don't want to talk to my mom anymore."
Henry sighed deeply.
"Okay, then listen to me. At least, you need to call your mom, saying you are safe, okay? Later I need to take my dirty clothes to the laundromat. Wear your glasses and cap, and my t-shirt. I'll take you to a pay telephone to call your mom. You can go home after you feel calmed down. Okay?"
Jay didn't answer Henry. He just buried his head into Henry's chest. Henry hugged Jay and caressed his back.
"And, I must tell you a very, very important thing. Do you know that your actions last night were very, very dangerous?"
Jay raised his head and watched Henry. Henry nodded.
"You sneaked into a stranger's van, followed the stranger to his home, and even slept in his bed - in the nude! If you had met a malicious person instead of me, it could have been very, very dangerous for you. Do you understand?"
Jay looked at Henry, and then buried his head into Henry's chest again. He said softly, "But Henry, do you know? When I saw you the first time in the van, I knew that you must be the best person I've ever met."
Henry didn't know how to answer Jay. He just felt very warm in his heart. He hugged Jay tightly.
-- To be continued.