[X-Men] The unrequited love of two people

, Charles kept giggling, and kept poking Logan.

Logan ignored him with a sullen face.

"Logan, did you hear that?"

"I didn't hear that." Logan replied coldly.

"Someone's playing music." Charles shook his wet hair, splashing Logan all over.

"What do you want..." Logan said blackly.

"Over there." Charles broke away from Logan and ran towards the circus practice field.

"Hey, come back to me!"

Charles shouted and ran faster and faster. When he came to the practice field, he saw a man wearing a hood standing in the center playing the guitar in the afterglow of the moonlight.

"This magnetic man can actually play the guitar?" Logan who followed behind raised his thick eyebrows.

Without saying a word, Charles bent down silently, picked up a palm-sized stone on the ground, and smashed it hard at the back of Eric's head.

"Hey, what are you doing, stop quickly." Logan shouted in a low voice, he wanted to stop him, but found that it was too late, and Charles had already rushed over.

Do you want to pull the little color sheep back?Logan thought about it, and after thinking about it, he felt that the reason why he did this was not because of that magnetic man, and he had to suffer, otherwise he would be too sorry for his troubles tonight.Besides, I'm helping the little pervert, right?hehe.

Eric took over this 'burden' without knowing why.

"Bastard Eric, give me back the chocolate!" Charles yelled, blushing.

Eric touched the back of his head that was smashed, stopped the music he was playing, and turned around to look at Charles who appeared behind him in astonishment.

"Charles, you... why are you here?"

"Bastard!" Charles glared at him.

Eric, who was confused, didn't know what happened at all, "Charles, what... what happened?"

Before Eric could figure it out, he was punched in the chest, and Eric frowned. Even through the hood, he could smell a pungent smell of alcohol.

"Charles, have you been drinking?"

"But I'm not drunk!" Charles snorted, "at least not as drunk as you think."

Not only did he drink, but Charles was so wet that he didn't even have a shirt on. Eric really wanted to know what was going on.

"Where's your coat?"

"I'm not cold!" Charles said angrily.

Eric wanted to tell him that it wasn't a question of whether it was cold or not, because Charles, who was naked and drenched, was more charming than usual.

Charles grabbed Eric by the sleeve and pulled him back. Eric didn't know what Charles wanted to do, but he obediently followed the blue-eyed and brown-haired lover across the field without any resistance, and finally came to A strange bedroom, this is not Eric's bedroom.

Charles slammed the bedroom door shut and pushed him against the back of it.

"Bastard Eric!" Charles cursed again.

"I, did I make you angry?"

"Yes!" Charles said confidently, staggering to steady himself.

"Give me back my chocolate." Charles held out a hand and spread it out.

"What chocolate?"

"You threw away the card you wrote to me, and gave a girl the chocolate that was meant to be given to me, what exactly do you mean!"

Eric was completely stunned, how did he know this?

"Why don't you speak?!" Charles was a little anxious.

But Eric admitted: "Well, I gave her the chocolate, that's the truth."

Charles originally thought that Eric would stand up and explain, which was different from what he thought.He didn't speak any more, but quietly walked to the edge of the bed and sat on the floor with his knees hugged. He bit his lower lip and raised his eyes aggrievedly to stare at Eric who was standing at the door. flushed.

When Eric saw some watery fluid in his eyes, he panicked. So far, there is no similar experience in his life experience that tells him how to deal with this situation.

"You like her, don't you?!" Charles' voice became stiff, and his throat pronunciation was blocked by some kind of liquid.

"It's not... I..."

"You obviously kissed me that day, and you kissed me in front of everyone!"

"I thought it was just a game, and I thought you thought so too..."

Charles was furious when he heard that, he picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and threw it at him, "Who would play that vicious kissing game with someone who doesn't like it!"

The alarm clock knocked Eric's headgear askew, "You're already with Logan."

"who said it."

"That's what everyone in the circus says."

"They say you believe it too, why don't you come and ask me!" Charles picked up the pillow and threw it at it confidently.

"I didn't think of that again."

Another pillow was thrown.

Eric was neither angry nor evasive.

"Then are you dating Logan?" He looked at Charles cautiously and asked.

"You take off the hood and I'll tell you."

Eric thought for a while, then took off the bulky hood.

Charles finally saw clearly the face that he had imagined countless times. Mr. Clown is very handsome.Under the dim desk lamp, the ginger-colored hair fell obediently on his forehead and ears, and his pale gray eyes stared at him with an inexplicable emotion. Charles swallowed his throat.

"Let me touch you."

Eric took the initiative to lean forward.Charles' fingertips lightly brushed his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and his chin, it was real, everything was real.

"Kiss me." Charles stared at him.

But Eric hesitated.

"Can't you kiss? It's not like you didn't do that to me that night." Charles angrily grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him, biting his lips hard, The strength is far from gentle, and Eric's lips are bleeding from biting.

Eric stretched out his tongue to lick the blood off his lips, and stared at Charles blankly. He was so dull that he couldn't understand Charles' thoughts.

But the astute Charles read his doubts from his puzzled eyes. This time, Charles couldn't help but sneer, and he leaned towards the handsome face in front of him again, and handed over a lingering kiss that was several times gentler than before. Charles squeezed out words intermittently from his mouth, "If you...don't understand...I'll bite you to death..."

The people he likes take the initiative to send them to the door to do this. No matter how dull Eric is, it is impossible for him not to respond. He has been fascinated by this person countless times, and he is thinking about him every night. Thinking of this, he can't help but turn passive to active, responding fiercely to Charles with his lips and tongue, biting those soft lips, sucking his slippery little tongue, not enough, not enough, he thought Want more.

Eric began to attack elsewhere, his hands began to wander to the sensitive spot on Charles' chest, teasing.

"Eric..." Charles couldn't help but let out a strange groan. He only felt a convulsion in his stomach, and the sour gastric juice rushed up the esophagus. His hair, clothes and pants are all dirty.

Game 10

It was almost noon when Charles woke up, he stretched his waist and sat up sleepily from the bed.He looked down and saw that he had already put on new pajamas, and even changed the original quilt and mattress.Charles closed his eyes again and recalled what happened the night before, Logan→bar→drinking→drinking too much→then he started to become a little abnormal. Be careful to go to the public bathroom to harass the fellow men, and then meet Eric...

Although Charles didn't get too drunk to cause fragmentation, he was drunk after all, and couldn't distinguish which of the things that happened were real and which were dreams for a while.Tsk tsk, alcohol is really not a good thing.It wasn't until the rumble of the washing machine stopped abruptly, and when Charles saw the hooded Mr. Clown coming out of the bathroom holding the dried clothes and sheets, Charles suddenly realized that there was no misplaced memory.

Charles and Eric, who was wearing a hood, looked at each other, remembering his bold behavior last night - he kissed Eric, and then vomited his dirty body, Charles' face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Would you like to say good morning?Just as Charles was about to speak, he found Eric turning his face away and walking towards the balcony.

Charles' eyes widened and he was stunned. He really didn't expect Eric to react like this. Charles got out of bed and ran out of the balcony barefoot. Looking at Eric who was drying the sheets with his back to him, Charles scratched his hair thinking After a while, he came to him, "I'll help you dry..."

"No need." Seeing Charles coming over, Eric hurriedly hung the last piece of clothing on the rack.

Charles licked his lips anxiously, "Sorry, Eric, for getting your clothes dirty."

"It's okay, I've changed it."

Charles touched his elbow lightly, "Are you... angry? Because I vomited on you?"

"not at all."

"Sorry……"

"I'm not angry."

"Well..." Charles pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The two fell into a silence.

"Eric"/"Charles"

The penetrating blue eyes met the pale gray eyes hidden under the hood.

"You speak first."/"You speak first."

Charles bit his lip and stared nervously at Mr. Clown. Today he was wearing a dark green vest with washed jeans.