Straight Men Taming

Song Zhe planned to go back after eating, but Wang Cheng insisted on chasing him out to see him off.

Reluctantly, the kindness was hard to give up, and it happened that there was a limited number of cars today, so Song Zhe let Wang Cheng drive him back to the unit downstairs.

All the way Song Zhe sat in the passenger seat, looked left and right inside the car, raised his eyebrows and asked, "New?"

"Hmm." Wang Cheng stared straight ahead at the road ahead, smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Song Zhe curled his lips, disapproving of his taste: "Very bad, like a nouveau riche."

"Haha," Wang Cheng was instantly amused, turned his head and glanced at him and said, "Is that elegant car of yours?"

Song Zhe immediately rolled his eyes at him and said, "You know what, I'm FASHION! FASHION! Do you understand!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Song, you are the most FASHION." Wang Cheng laughed and teased. ''

The two of you said something to each other, chatting and went downstairs to Song Zhe, Wang Cheng pulled over and parked the car, pinching the steering wheel with slightly sweaty palms.

After a long silence, Song Zhe lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and said, "Then... I'm leaving..." But his body didn't move.

"Well... let's go back and rest early..." Wang Cheng turned his head to look at Song Zhe, wanting to reach out and touch the kitten's head, but he couldn't do it.

"Well... you too..." Song Zhe forced a smile, unbuckled his seat belt, and prepared to open the door and get out of the car.

"Xiao Zhe!" Wang Cheng shouted suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he said with difficulty, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning..." He was reluctant to let him go, and didn't want to lose sight of him.

"Okay," Song Zhe turned his head and looked at Wang Cheng tenderly, with a fresh and pure smile: "I'll wait for you."

After speaking, he stepped out of the car and walked into the dark corridor without looking back.

You can't look at Wang Cheng, and you can't be nostalgic, because even if you look back with a reluctant look, you can't help pestering him to stay.

Watching Song Zhe's back gradually disappear until the lights in his room turned on and off, Wang Cheng started the car and turned around to go home.

The little cat's every frown and smile was full of attention, even leaving a trace of his smell in the house, Wang Cheng took a shower casually, fell on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Missing him, wanting to hug him, wanting to kiss him, wanting to possess him, but he can’t do anything, even the conversation is cautious not to touch the minefield half a step, Wang Cheng laughs at himself as mad, sits up and smokes a cigarette .

The smoke rings gradually blurred his eyes, and his longing became a little stronger. Thinking about picking up the kitten early tomorrow to go shopping for furniture, Wang Cheng scratched his hair and lay down again to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Wang Cheng couldn't wait to drive downstairs to Song Zhe's house. He counted the time and waited for the kitten to wake up before calling and telling him that he had been waiting for a long time.

Song Zhe put the small bag on his back, bounced downstairs to the side of Wang Cheng's car, smiled brightly, quickly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"I've written the list, let's go shopping." He smiled heartily.

"Okay." Without even asking what was in the list, Wang Cheng started the car and killed the Furniture City.

Anyway, the kitten is happy to do whatever he wants, and it is best to fill the house with the kitten's atmosphere, so that even when we don't see each other, it can be as if he is by his side.

When the two came to the furniture market, Song Zhe threw away his arms to buy shoe cabinets, coffee tables, decorations, and even double bed desks.

Wang Cheng followed behind to pay with a smile, and let him play to the fullest, without any other objections. Seeing that the kitten was so busy that his forehead was sweating, he took out a tissue and wiped it for him.

Song Zhe blushed awkwardly, but he didn't refuse. He kept saying, "I saw a pair of bears just now. They are very cute. I don't know if you like them. They can be used as decorations on the living room sofa. You live alone, it's too empty."

You can come and live together, Wang Cheng almost blurted out, but after hesitating, he felt that it was not appropriate, he withdrew his hand and said softly: "If you like it, buy it, I'm fine."

Song Zhe pouted and glanced at him, nodded and walked towards the little bear booth, excitedly picked up the doll and turned to Wang Cheng: "Look, it's cute, does this look like you?"

Wang Cheng looked at the male bear in Fan Kitty's hands. It had round eyes and a tie around its neck. It was indeed somewhat similar to himself. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the other female bear and asked, "What about this bear?" What, who is it?"

It's me, Song Zhe replied in his heart, but he didn't say that: "Whoever it is, as long as it's cute, let's go, let's choose curtains and electrical appliances for you."

As he said that, he quickly ran to the household goods department, not giving Wang Cheng a chance to react.

By the time the two of them were almost ready to go back home, the sky had already darkened, so Wang Cheng went with the flow and invited Song Zhehui to his house for dinner.

When Wang Cheng got home, he got into the kitchen to cook. Song Zhe sorted out the purchased items, placed them back and forth in the room, and replaced the four-piece suit on the bed with a new one.

When the dishes were brought out, Wang Cheng couldn't help but smile when he saw the virtuous kitten like a housewife, and his heart was filled with some unknown sense of satisfaction.

After eating and drinking enough, they drove Song Zhe home. The two of them were still chatting all over the world, but the topic was neither painful nor itchy. Song Zhe didn't talk about feelings, and Wang Cheng didn't talk about the past. The most worrying part of each other is to enjoy the precious time together at this moment.

Putting away the greed that once swelled, Song Zhe can enjoy it even if he has been an innocent friend with Wang Cheng for the rest of his life. What he fears most is that that person turns around and leaves.

The days are just here when you come and I change back to the semi-cohabitation state. Song Zhe runs to Wang Cheng's house after get off work, and Wang Cheng goes to Song Zhe's house to cook when he is free. The two seem to be reconciled as before, but they are completely different from before.

Wang Cheng didn't touch him anymore, he held hands, hugged and kissed, and even touched his head, as if he really retreated to the position of a friend, for fear of piercing the thin layer of window paper.

Song Philosophy would cook a few side dishes, and serve them attentively at night when the man came back from overtime work. If he was not good at cooking, he could still eat it. Wang Cheng didn't dislike it at all.

Song Zhehong shyly pursed her lips and smiled, then turned her head and continued to study the recipes, preparing to make some new tricks.

Wang Cheng has been in good spirits recently, and his face is full of spring at any time. Even Wang Ye joked when he saw him: "Brother, did you score twice? Or is Xiao Zhe back?"

Wang Cheng laughed and didn't respond. He just hoped that he would finish his work soon and go home to take care of the clingy kitten.

If the later incident had not happened, maybe the relationship between the two of them could last for a long time, but heaven failed to fulfill their wishes, and soon, unresolved problems would be placed in front of Wang Cheng again.

After a week of high-intensity overtime work, the Wang Group's new product promotion finally made some progress. Wang Cheng was tortured by Wang Ershao to the point of being distracted, and he dragged his exhausted body to prepare to leave the company.

Before he reached the parking lot, it rained heavily. He braved the rain and ran to the car. Wang Cheng sat in with his body soaked and started the engine to drive home.

The kitten called and said that he was waiting for him at home, and Wang Cheng was impatient to increase the number of sizes all the way.

As soon as he entered the house, Song Zhe was startled. Seeing the drowned man in front of him, he hurriedly urged him to take a hot shower in the bathroom, and then turned to the kitchen to cook ginger soup.

Either he was sick from overwork, or he caught an occasional cold, and Wang Cheng fell on the bed with a high fever when he came out, muttering something unintelligible.

Song Zhe searched all the places but couldn't find any antipyretics, so he ran around in a hurry, gave Wang Cheng some water, and planned to take him to the hospital, but the man with fever refused to say anything, and acted like a child.

Song Zhe bit his lip, touched Wang Cheng's burning forehead, and decided to go home and get some medicine for emergency, but as soon as he turned around, someone grabbed his hand.

It's been a long time since I held hands. I almost forgot the touch of the man's generous palm. Song Zhe paused, his heart beating again.

"Don't go..." Wang Cheng's weak voice came from behind.

Song Zhe turned to look at the man on the bed, knelt down and held his hand worriedly, rubbed it on his face and said softly: "You are sick, I will go home and get you some medicine, wait until I come back, okay?"

Wang Cheng didn't seem to understand what Song Zhe was talking about, and he said stubbornly with his misty eyes open: "Xiao Zhe...don't go...don't leave me..."

"Okay, okay, I won't go," Song Zhe burst into tears, not knowing what to do with the man in front of him, so he could only hold his hand tightly and keep touching it back and forth.

"Xiao Zhe... Hug me..." Wang Cheng's voice was choked with sobs, and water vapor rose in his eyes, as if he was wronged: "Hug me...I miss you so much..."

Song Zhe bent down to hug him, put his face against his hot skin, and said with tears in his eyes: "You can't do this, you will burn out. Be good, I'll get you medicine when I go home, okay?"

"Don't...I don't want to..." The sick man became unreasonable, held Song Zhe's head and lips and pressed them together. He gently sucked his lips and pushed his tongue through his teeth.

The kitten's lips are extremely soft, and the temperature is cool and comfortable. If it goes deeper and deeper, there is only more in the mind to absorb the sweet body fluid in his arms.

"Hmm..." Song Zhe was startled by the sudden kiss and hurriedly wanted to break free, but the sick man hummed weakly, and then softened his heart and let him take it by force.

Climbing up to Wangcheng unconsciously, even his body was so soft that his legs were weak, Song Zhe didn't know how he got into the bed, he could only remember the hot body temperature of the man on his body, the moist kiss, and the longing in his heart.

I love him very much, I have always loved him very much, and I can't stop loving him.

The empty soul clamors for filling, the lonely body vents its desire for more.

The two bodies are tossing and entangled, beginning and ending, pouring out their unspeakable love to each other, grinding each other's last rational defense.

The rain poured down outside the window, and the patter of the rain covered up all the indecision. The men hugging on the bed only had each other in their eyes, turning their deep-seated thoughts into countless passionate kisses, wanting to possess each other completely.

When the morning sun pierced through the window and hurt Song Zhe's eyes, he braced his limp body and recalled last night, Wang Cheng's sickly body didn't make it to the end at all, the man just dawdled and vented once more and then became weak Lying in his arms and falling asleep.

Song Zhe lowered his head and smiled shyly, thinking that he must still like him when he came to Wangcheng, otherwise, why would he be unable to control himself and be lingering on the bed twice.

Turning around to look at the man who has not yet woken up, the fever has subsided, and his face has turned rosy, he should be fine, his eyes fixed on Wang Cheng's sexy thin lips, and he couldn't help but sneak a kiss again.

When Wang Cheng woke up, he saw Song Zhe lying in his arms and grinning. He could feel the two people's limbs tightly fitting together under the quilt, and his brain exploded before he could react.

They...they...how could this happen!

He looked at Song Zhe with wide eyes in shock, almost subconsciously pushed the person in his arms away, sat up and stepped back to the edge of the bed.

Song Zhe also sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Wang Cheng with a dazed smile and said, "Morning, you woke up, the fever has subsided, I'll make breakfast, what do you want to eat."

The little red marks on Song Zhe's chest clearly hinted at what he had done last night, Wang Cheng was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he shook his head in disbelief.

Those who have warned themselves have clearly warned themselves many times!Obviously tried my best to restrain myself!Why is it still like this!

"What's the matter with you..." Song Zhe blinked his eyes, looked at Wang Cheng suspiciously, pouted his lips and laughed again, leaned closer and kissed his face, wanting to hug the man.

"I...I...I'm going to work..." Wang Cheng said these words with difficulty in his hoarse throat, pushed Song Zhe away, his mind went blank, and he just wanted to hug his head and cry.

"Well, then I'll go prepare breakfast." Song Zhe didn't seem to notice his strangeness, turned around, got out of bed, put on his clothes and walked into the kitchen.

Wang Cheng put on his clothes with trembling hands and feet, went to the living room, picked up his briefcase, and ran out like fleeing.

Song Zhe finally understood when he heard the "bang" of the door, the man regretted it again.

The author has something to say:

Do I think I'm pulling the plot too fast? ? ?

The next chapter begins to slow down, and the curtain of abuse opens.