Chapter 4: Behind the Practice Swords

There was a door behind the boiler, low and iron, and Ju-an knew about it.

"Robes," he hissed. "Grab the robes."

Tae-gang snatched both bundles off the pegs and followed him on bare wet feet, bent double.

The iron door opened on a cold stone passage that ran under the training hall.

Behind them, the bolt of the bathhouse door splintered.

"Come out, come out," Chang-min sang, laughing. "I know you're in here!"

They ran.

The passage ended in a wooden ladder, and the ladder ended in a storeroom.

It was long and dark and smelled of old oil and sweat.

Wooden practice swords stood in racks from floor to ceiling, hundreds of them, in rows tall as a forest.

Ju-an dragged Tae-gang down between two racks and pressed a hand over his mouth.

They crouched there, naked and soaking, with their robes in a wet knot between them.

Tae-gang's heart was going so hard that he was sure it would give them away.

Footsteps crossed the hall outside.

A door creaked, and a lantern's glow slid across the ceiling.

"Wet footprints," Chang-min said, to someone behind him. "Fresh. Look at that."

"Maybe it's a ghost," a second voice said.

"Ghosts don't come in pairs."

Ju-an's hand tightened on Tae-gang's mouth.

His breath was warm against Tae-gang's ear.

"Third-year," Ju-an whispered, so low it barely existed. "Oh Chang-min. His father is an Alliance deputy. He beats scholarship students for fun."

Tae-gang's jaw clenched.

The lantern light moved slowly along the end of the aisle.

Ju-an took his hand off Tae-gang's mouth.

His eyes were enormous and black and very bright, and he was shaking, and it was not from the cold.

He was smiling.

Tae-gang stared at him.

"Are you enjoying this?" he mouthed.

"A little," Ju-an mouthed back.

Then, with the lantern two aisles away, he slid down onto his knees on the stone.

Tae-gang's whole body stopped.

"No," he breathed. "Ju-an, no. He's right there."

Ju-an looked up through his wet lashes.

His hands settled on Tae-gang's hips.

"I'm not going to stop," he whispered.

Tae-gang opened his mouth.

He didn't say it.

Ju-an's mouth closed warm and wet around his cock.

Tae-gang's hand flew to the rack behind him and gripped the wood.

Every muscle in his body locked.

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