Chrysanthemum friendship triggered by a message

I have tried all the scientific methods of medicine, and I have tried all the weird folk remedies, but Mr. T is still the young and pure Mr. T.

T's mother saw that he was dying of despair, and then read a middle-aged and elderly health-preserving tweet in Moments "A Couplet Let You Say Goodbye to Baldness, Early X, and Yang W!"Quick look, it will be deleted in a while! "Afterwards, I firmly believed in the saying that square dancing can cure all diseases, so I quickly dragged my son into my dance team, forced a frail scholar to become a country dance king, and once became a celebrity in the community, promoted to The lead dancer for all the aunts and aunts.

Because of his high popularity in the community, the banners of [Vigorous Dancing Family] and [Most Popular Family] were hung in front of their house.

Mr. T still doesn’t want to recall those years of high school career—others are young and in love, motivated to study, but he himself is submerged in the sea of ​​study during the day, and even gets to lead the dance in the square after self-study at night. As a young man None of the fun.

However, it is precisely because of this special life experience that ordinary high school students do not have, that he finally stood up by a coincidence!That day……

"Dong dong dong—" Three knocks on the door interrupted Mr. T's thoughts, he pulled out of his memory, lay on the bed half dead and shouted to the outside: "Come in."

The door opened, and it was Mr. C.He walked to Mr. T's bed in a few steps, holding a glass of water in his hand, which was still slightly steaming. He pushed the glass forward and asked, "Are you okay?" His tone was flat, but there was no lack of concern.

"It's okay, it just hurts a little."

I don’t know if it’s because the air conditioner in the ward is turned on too much or because I’m weak just after the operation. Mr. T feels that the temperature is a bit low, his limbs and knuckles are cold, and his mouth is dry. At this time, Mr. C handed it to his eyes. The warm water exuded, and he couldn't help but want to drink it very much. He asked knowingly, "Is this hot?"

"Well," Mr. C stuffed the cup into his hand, and gave him a small pill: "Take it, it's a painkiller."

Mr. T maintained his prone position, raised his head with difficulty and took a sip of water.He looked at the round little white pill in his hand, and suddenly thought of the private photos he had taken before, thinking silently: After this period of time, it will be as clean as before.

But, it's too fucking hard, isn't it? !It hurts to death!

Mr. C even thought of his own difficulties, it is really high, it is really high!Although it was painful, Mr. T still reservedly declined: "Ah, actually I can bear it."

His father has already said that the boy still has to endure this little pain.Otherwise, wouldn't she look very motherly and embarrassing in front of the majestic Mr. C?It's a trivial matter to be ashamed, but it's hard to say something about being considered a mother.

Especially Mr. C is a calcium.

"I checked on the Internet, and most people need to take painkillers after the anesthesia for hemorrhoid surgery." Mr. C said lightly, as if he was stating some scientific research results.

Mr. T didn't expect him to be so rigorous, which gave him a feeling of being seen through.His face was slightly hot, and he became stubborn: "I don't hurt. I don't eat. I can bear it."

Hearing this, Mr. C narrowed his deep and heroic eyes, and examined the person in front of him from head to toe, as if he wanted to judge the authenticity of "tolerable" through every detail of him.The look in his eyes was so intimidating that the little white rabbit on the hospital bed trembled and smelled a hint of danger.

After a while, he finished his judgment, his handsome eyebrows completely stretched out, showing a soft arc, and the atmosphere around him also became lighter and softer with him, the harsh summer sun outside the window was instantly suppressed, and he swayed obediently. Swimmed into the gap in time and space other than them.

A small space is independent from the whole world, like a huge hospital, only this small ward and the two boys in it are left.

Mr. T's pupils have seen countless girls, countless scenery, and countless love action movies, but now they reflect Mr. C's face, and they can't hold other things anymore.

Gentle Mr. C, really good-looking.

Mr. C's voice was mixed with a sandy timbre, which sounded like he was showing weakness: "You eat it. I just asked Uncle A to prescribe it. It won't hurt after eating it."

Mr. T stared blankly at Mr. C, a little dazed, but couldn't move his eyes.

He was tired of Mr. C's expression of always rejecting others thousands of miles away, he was used to his cold and sharp presentation in professional classes, and he had heard too much of his calm and calm tone, so that he suddenly saw him When such a soft side is released, the long-sleeping fragments in the depths of the mind suddenly wake up, frantically collage and fly around, and slowly overlap with the person I met in the early summer night on the eve of the college entrance examination—until they overlap completely.

It turned out that as early as two years ago, he was not as innocent as he thought.

Mr. T suddenly figured out what was going on, and stared at Mr. C's eyes from being chaotic and absent-minded to slowly focusing, and finally a piece of clarity burst out, clearer and brighter than ever before.He threw the small pill into his mouth and swallowed it with the warm water Mr. C gave him.

The warmth slid down the throat, the limbs felt much more comfortable, and the whole heart was warmed up as if joining in the fun.

He was holding the glass, the water droplets from the palm of his hand made the glass slippery due to the fusion of cold and heat, but he held it very tightly.He didn't even know he was laughing, and said to Mr. C, "I don't feel any pain anymore."

Seeing him smiling, Mr. C also smiled inexplicably, and said, "The medicine doesn't work so quickly."

Mr. T: "It's not because of the medicine. It's because I think about it. When I think about it, I don't feel any pain at all."

Mr. C laughed.He rarely smiled so stretchedly, his thin lips parted to both sides, and his handsome face seemed to be endowed with infinite youthful air.The coldness dissipates, only the youth flying on the face.

He has figured it out.But he still decided to patiently let Mr. T speak slowly, and asked him with a smile: "What do you remember?"

Mr. T lowered his eyelids and said, "I remember that time, you told me..."

That day, the eve of the college entrance examination.

The college entrance examination seems to be able to change a lot of habits, as if everything becomes insignificant when it comes and should make way for it.

For example, the school made an exception on this day and canceled the evening self-study, and let the students go home to adjust their mentality and prepare for the sprint.

For example, Mr. T wandered back to the community this day, and his mother made an exception and pardoned him for leading the dance.

For example, that night, the community made an exception for a sudden power outage, and all the owners clamored for the property to be repaired quickly, so as not to delay the children's preparation for the exam.

At the moment of the power outage, Mr. T was playing with his mobile phone boredly. He usually worked hard enough, and several mock exams went smoothly, so he didn't bother to sharpen his guns before the exam.

The sudden darkness startled him, only the screen of his mobile phone was dimly lit in the whole room, which looked a bit eerie.

"Little T!" T's mother called him in the living room.

"Hey. What's the matter?" Mr. T stood up, fumbled to the outside of the room, tripped over many things along the way, and finally saw the blurred outline of his mother on the sofa.

Mom T: "There's a power outage, does it matter if you read a book?"

Mr. T shook his head indifferently: "I'm not reading. Anyway, I'll take the exam tomorrow, so there's nothing to watch."

Suddenly Dad T's voice came: "So confident?"

Mr. T was taken aback again.He followed the sound and found his father sitting on the other side of the sofa.But because of his dark complexion, he was hidden in the night and couldn't find it for a while.

Mr. T: "Uh... no, it's okay."

He thought his dad was going to start babbling again.His father was always like this, he wanted to train him to be a "qualified man", and he usually talked about "masculinity", "responsibility" and "motivation".These key words are run through by him in his education policy. For example, if Mr. T does not review before the exam, he falls into the category of "not self-motivated".

After waiting for a long time, Dad T said lightly in the dark night: "Since we are sure, why don't we go downstairs to get some air and relax. The electricity won't come on for a while."

Mr. T went out with a puzzled face.

Sure enough, the college entrance examination was at stake, and even his father made an exception.

As soon as I went out, I heard noisy voices in the corridor one after another. Most of them were complaining about the troubles caused by the power outage, and some cursed and said that their children would have the college entrance examination tomorrow and couldn’t review. They clamored for a solution from the property management company. .

This made Mr. T, who went out to wander leisurely, very out of place.

His family lives on the 11th floor, and the elevator doesn't work right now.He was not in a hurry, and walked slowly down the stairs carefully.

The corridor is pitch-black, and you can't see your fingers.Every time he went down to a floor, he would hear all kinds of scolding, a bunch of bright phone screens shaking chaotically with people walking back and forth, like a small concert.

He smiled secretly, feeling very relaxed physically and mentally.There is no need to review before the college entrance examination, and he has nothing to do to listen to others scolding - this is an early summer night left for him to enjoy alone.Walking in the darkness, he felt like an invincible warrior on his way to the enemy country to rescue the princess, and these residents who complained loudly were the crowd cheering for his heroic courage on the side of the road.

He walked down while imagining a small theater for himself.

When he went down to a certain floor, he unexpectedly found that it was not as noisy as the residents on other floors.The door of the resident's room on the left was closed tightly, as if no one was there, but the door on the right near the stairs just opened, and a tall black figure was coming out of it, turned around and closed the door.

Mr. T guessed based on the other person's moving figure that this was probably a boy of his own age. Mr. T would meet different residents in the elevator or at the door of the unit every day when he went to and from school. After a long time, they all became familiar, but he never knew that there was such a person living in the same building.This person should also be in high school, and the schedule should be similar, why haven't I seen it before?

The boy closed the door, turned around, and met his eyes on the stairs.

Although the four eyes could not be completely facing each other in this situation, both of them could clearly feel the other's gaze.

There was silence for a while, and for some reason the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so Mr. T took the lead to say hello: "Hello." He reluctantly learned the trick of greeting in order to ease the embarrassment with his aunt and aunt during the years of leading the dance .You know, this is a pretty big step for an otaku.

The black shadow moved and seemed to nod: "Hello."

It was a young boy's voice, the tone of which had passed the voice change period was low and cold, without any waves.

Mr. T heard his voice for the first time, and confirmed that he had never seen him before.

He nodded back and groped for the last few steps of the stairs. Unexpectedly, he had just taken a step when he heard the closed door on the left being knocked from inside, making a muffled sound, as if someone had been knocked down. Throwing it on the door, just thinking about it makes people feel a dull pain in the back.Immediately, a sweet moan slipped out from the crack of the door and reached the ears of the two people outside.

"Ah~".

In the quiet night, in the dark corridor, this sticky cry that was neither strong nor weak reverberated on the platform of this floor just right, trapping the two boys.

It turned out that not only he was not bothered by the power outage, but some people even enjoyed it.

Mr. T was startled by the voice, his feet were unsteady, and he almost fell straight down the stairs, and it was the kind that hit the ground on his face.There are still about four or five levels from the ground. Although he will not break his arms or legs, it is still enough for him to get a bunch of bruises.

He closed his eyes and thought to himself: Hey, just drop it.Tomorrow's exam, as long as you don't fall to your head and right hand.

The expected pain did not come.He felt himself fall into a firm embrace.He immediately felt a sense of peace of mind, attracted by a steady force, he stretched out his hand to circle the person who caught him tightly, as if in this way he could achieve a safe balance and never fall.

But the illusion of this second is an illusion after all.

Seeing that he was about to fall, the boy reached out to hug him.However, he was shaken by the huge impact force, and his whole body almost fell backwards.In the next second, his neck was tightly encircled by the people on his body, as if he had been put on a warm shackle, and a strange scorching heat was brewing under the curtain of the night.His eyes widened, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and the two of them fell down together.

Mr. T felt his center of gravity thrust forward, until his face touched a hard chest, he felt that his whole body had fallen to the ground.

He opened his eyes, raised his head to identify the dark surroundings, and found that they had fallen on the elevator entrance, and he was on top of the boy.No wonder there is no pain all over the body.

Afraid that the boy might fall, he hurriedly asked, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

The people below were motionless.The small window at the back of the corridor let in a sliver of moonlight. Mr. T tried his best to look at the boy's face through the faint light. How impatient.

Mr. T saw that he didn't speak, probably he was scolding himself in his heart, such as "This idiot can't even walk the stairs, so I fell down."He said gratefully and guiltyly: "Thank you brother! But are you okay? Where does your body hurt, can you stand up?"

Mr. T felt that he was insincere after speaking. If the boy hadn't been trying to catch him, he wouldn't have fallen so badly.Although he was thin, he was a young man who weighed over a hundred. Pressing the boy and falling to the ground was like giving him a boulder in his chest.Saying a few innocuous words like this is really too perfunctory for that kind boy.

After a while, the person under him spoke, probably because he was lying down, his voice was a little lazy, with a bit of sandy voice: "A little bit."

Mr. T breathed a sigh of relief.But something didn't feel right, the airflow from the boy's words drifted past his forehead, it was crispy and itchy.This... seems to be too close... Oh, and it's his own fault, he still hugged her neck and didn't let go.

The boy said again: "Do you want to get up first?"

Mr. T was ashamed for a while, he let go of his hand and wanted to stand up, but he heard another lingering female voice next to him, "Mmm~".

Their current location is only two or three steps away from the door of another house, and every slight movement inside can be clearly heard.The abrupt hum made Mr. T pause, and the boy under him slightly raised his head to look at him, as if he was puzzled by his pause.

Immediately afterwards, the door began to "bang bang bang dangdang", followed by a sticky cry, with a special sense of rhythm, fast and slow, in the gaps of certain impacts There are also satisfied sighs and crisp slaps.

In the deep black night, the senses of hearing and touch are magnified countless times, and the mysterious and tempting rhythmic sound in his ear is like a cunning snake slipping into every cell of his body, flatteringly offering him the forbidden fruit to invite him to taste.

Mr. T's breathing suddenly became rapid.He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, he clearly knows what is going on inside, but it is different from usual, this time, he actually has a faint feeling.

The shoulders were suddenly held by someone, and the scorching heat was transmitted from the thin summer T-shirt. Before he had time to taste the meaning, the world spun and his back felt cold.

The positions of the two were reversed in a second, and Mr. T was crushed by the boy.

"You..." Jun T exhaled softly.The boy turned a deaf ear to him, and clamped his two hands forcefully but tenderly.

Mr. T was lying on the ground breathing disorderly.His brain was a mess, mixing with young lust and remaining rationality.On the one hand, it is the sinking of emotion, and on the other hand, it is the sobriety of reality.And the coldness of the marble floor tiles behind him is ruthlessly reminding him of the scalding heat of his body.

The broken moans that could not be closed in that door were like a spell, imprisoning the two of them in the early summer night ambiguously.

A soft and cool thing was pasted on the corner of Mr. T's eyes.

The unfamiliar clumsy and gentle kiss gently scratched the palms and soles of the palms like a feather, giving off a tingling tingling pleasure like a shudder.His heart was beating like a drum, he closed his eyes in a panic, and indulged in this secret temptation with the regret of stealing the forbidden fruit.He resisted insignificantly, reaching out and nudging the young man on his body, just to release the sin he had fallen into.

His gut told him he should jump up and run home, to escape all this unexplained absurdity.But he didn't have any strength in his body to escape from this charming trap.The boy I met for the first time, the untimely cheers beside me, and all the exceptions before the college entrance examination, all were overshadowed by this situation.

For the first time in his life, a hidden part of his body stood up.

He also made an exception.

In the eyes of the boy, the forceless refusal was nothing more than refusal and welcome. With one hand, he grabbed the boy's slender wrists, which were not struggling. Explore areas where you want to break ground.

That hand found the boy's weak spot freely, and the slender fingers caressed intentionally or unintentionally through the light fabric of his school uniform pants.

Under the indifferent moonlight, the boy saw the subtle expression on the boy's face, with the confusion and confusion of the first love, and a slight... forbearance for pleasure.

"You're up," he said with a low laugh, leaning into his ear, "let me help you, okay?"

Mr. T bit his lips tightly and kept silent. He knew that as long as he opened his mouth, an unbearable groan would overflow.His silence was regarded as acquiescence, and the boy's hands began to act unscrupulously, sometimes lightly kneading, sometimes rubbing with the palm of his hand, and in the end he even moved in sync with the rhythm of the crackling door and the ups and downs of moaning inside , Let Mr. T feel ashamed and dying.

Waves of pleasure came unreservedly following the opponent's movements, Mr. T's forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with fine beads of sweat, until the boy's fingertips touched the small opening on the top, he finally turned his face away, Gritting his teeth, he said, "No more..."

The opponent didn't stop, but accelerated his movements.

Mr. T has already forgotten what he was thinking at that time, only remembering that his frantic heartbeat and heavy breathing filled his ears, mixed with the unexplained voices of men and women inside the door, reaching the peak at a certain moment.

It turned out to be this kind of taste.

he thought absently.

"Go upstairs and have a look, why aren't they in a hurry?" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from downstairs.A few clusters of flickering lights came and went from the dark corridor, as if someone was holding a flashlight to illuminate.

"That's right, the power went off when the child did his homework well. Why hasn't it been fixed for so long?" a woman complained.

Two series of louder and louder footsteps came from downstairs, getting closer and closer, as if they would reach their floor in the next second.

Mr. T's sanity quickly returned to reality. He sat up suddenly, broke free from the boy's shackles in embarrassment, and ran upstairs all the way. When he rushed into the house and locked the room, he still felt that the boy sprayed on his face and The hot breath from the neck still lingers around.

I don't remember all the trivial things after that.All he knew was that after that day, he never saw that boy again.

Later, Mr. T could stand up to any love action movie.He couldn't help but began to wonder if what happened that night had really existed, everything seemed as illusory as a dream he imagined.

Maybe there was no power outage that day, maybe he didn't go downstairs that day, maybe he didn't meet Mr. C that day.

Yes, he remembered that the boy he met that day was Mr. C in front of him at this moment.

He has always insisted that he reacted because of the sound from the door, until now he finally admitted that every time he watched the movie, all he could think about was having sex with that boy at the corridor entrance nonsense.It turned out that every time he stood up, it was because of Mr. C.

So... the kiss that fell on the corner of the eye on the subway was also intentional.

He also remembered that what Mr. C said to him on the stairs in the dormitory was exactly the same as that summer night.

- "Let me help you, okay?"

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Later later.Because of the invasion of a foreign object, Mr. T may not have hemorrhoids in the future.

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When Mr. C goes to school every day, Mr. T is not up yet; when Mr. C comes back from self-study next night, Mr. T is dancing in the square.

Mr. T never knew that Mr. C had been paying attention to him.

Mr. C rented this community because it was relatively close to school, and of course he went home after the college entrance examination.

He had met Mr. T's parents in the elevator before, and heard that Mr. T wanted to study at XX University, so he naturally went there to chase his wife.

Why I like Mr. T, of course, is because I think he is very cute in square dancing. Do you have any questions? ?Don't look down on square dancing crab~!

The author has something to say: It's over!happy! !Thanks to all the cuties who commented & smashed mine!Microblog @足助公子 will probably release some small side stories from time to time, and will also write some new brain-hole small pits (probably)!Finally, love you guys! ! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～