[X-Men] The unrequited love of two people

If you want to reach out to catch it, it will fly slightly higher.

"You like butterflies?" Eric asked, staring at him.

"I think it's beautiful." Charles said with a grin, tilting his head to one side.

"Spread your hands."

Charles didn't know why, but he spread his palms up.

The silver butterfly landed quietly on Charles' palm, then remained motionless.

"This is for you."

"Really?" Charles looked at Eric with joy.

Eric nodded silently.

"Thank you very much." Charles held the butterfly and stroked its wings gently with his hands.

"Then, let's start rehearsing."

"Okay, but wait for me for a while." Charles walked to the corner of the field, and carefully put the butterfly into his small satchel.

In the following time, the two have been discussing the performance plan in a regular manner. Although there is no private chat or anything involved, there is no rush, let's take it step by step.

"The next action, I have to hug you, okay?" Eric asked.

"Well, I see." Charles nodded, he felt Eric's hand on his waist, and Charles' waist was tense at this time, and Eric's other hand went around Charles' legs and held him Hugged him, and then flew him to the sky above the stage.

At first Charles thought it was nothing, but when he looked down at the height below, his whole body began to break out in cold sweat, "Ahem...can you put me down, I seem to be a little...afraid of heights..." Charles grabbed it tightly with his hands Lifting his eyes to Eric's collar.

"You won't fall, I will control it very well, so you don't need to worry." Eric said, as if to prove what he said, and as if to ease Charles' tension and make him feel relieved, Eric Rick hugged harder than before, "You just have to trust me."

"I believe you, um...but Eric, I mean what if, what if you lose control and we both fall?" Charles' hands were still shaking a little.

"No, but if something like this happens, I'll put you on the back so you don't get hurt."

Eric's words were all kinds of dull when spoken through the hood, but it reassured Charle a lot.

"If you're still scared, put your arms around my neck and hold me tight."

Charles let go of Eric's collar, wrapped it timidly around his neck, and then hugged him gently.

"Don't try harder? Aren't you afraid you might fall?"

"I... I'm afraid you'll have difficulty breathing."

"Don't worry, I can bear it no matter how hard you try."

"Pfft..." Charles couldn't help laughing, his eyes curved into beautiful arcs, so he stepped up the intensity.

This feeling of embracing each other is so good, Charles quickly forgot the fear of heights, and the state has recovered, and both of them are seriously engaged in the rehearsal of the show.

"You seem very tired," Eric looked at Charles whose hair was wet with sweat, "Why don't you come here today."

"Stop practicing?"

"Take your time, don't try too hard, anyway, there is still a lot of time before the Midsummer Night Show."

Charles actually didn't want to break up so soon. After thinking about it for a while, he said to Eric: "Let's take a rest first, do you want to drink? I know there is a very good drink shop nearby, and their The soda ice cream is delicious."

"Are you thirsty?" Eric asked.

"Um"

"Then I'll go buy it, you sit here and rest." Eric stood up and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned to ask, "Do you want ice cream?"

Charles hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded slightly.

It was great that he bought him a drink and ice cream, Charles cheered loudly in his heart, looking down at his watch from time to time to count the time, and then craned his neck from time to time to look at the door to see if Eric was back.

Charles thought about the Mr. Clown who went shopping. Eric must have stood out among the normal-dressed people around him. Who would walk the streets wearing a big-headed doll headgear?Those clerks and customers may have seen circus performances, would they recognize Eric?Charles sat on the edge of the stage with his feet hanging down and his chin resting on his hands, thinking.

With all the rustling and bang bang bang, Charles heard the sound of vehicles driving and moving outside the venue.

"Not this way, move things to the front, move faster, and there are balloons? Are you ready?"

The man's voice was familiar, Charles frowned slightly, and before he stood up, a hand patted his shoulder from behind.

It was a man in a gray suit, "My beauty, good afternoon."

"Leighton!" Charles exclaimed in surprise.

A man named Layton was from England, and he was listed as the number one harasser by Charles.When the circus performed in London three years ago, Layton was deeply attracted by Charles' stunning appearance. After the performance, he tried every means to find various opportunities to strike up a conversation with Charles, and unreservedly expressed his love to him to Charles. With the intention of admiration, he launched various pursuits towards Charles.Although Charles is gay, and even though Charles is a beautiful gay with a fiery heart and a gorgeous, elegant appearance, Charles is extremely strict when it comes to the criteria for choosing a mate, and he rejected the other party early on, but Layton is very stalking Spirit, and now he is chasing him from London to South America.

"Are you following our circus again?!" Charles said with a condemning tone, squinting at him.

"That's because you are so charming, like a magnet, you have attracted me all the way from London."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not Magneto." Charles subconsciously glanced outside the tent, expecting Eric to come back soon.

Layton coughed twice and cleared his throat. A large truck drove straight into the field from the outside. The carriages on all sides of the truck were pulled apart, and thousands of colorful hydrogen balloons flew to the top of the tent. The roses covered by the balloons were all exposed, and the roses were arranged in a big heart shape.

Layton took his hand and said with a smile, "Honey, marry me." Then he took out a small dark red box from his pocket, and Charles immediately pulled his hand out in surprise.

God knows how many times this has been, "Leighton, I told you I didn't like you."

"It's okay, I like you." Layton held Charles again, "Charles, tell me, I've proposed marriage several times. What do you think I can't do enough? I'll improve."

"As far as I know, you already have a wife." Charles rubbed his temples, he has a headache now.

"I'm ready to divorce her, don't you trust my mother? Charles"

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't like you..."

"Tell me, is there anything I can't do enough? I'll improve."

My God, isn't this going back to the original topic cycle?Charles really couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to yell, to snatch the box of rings from the opponent's hand and smash him in the face.

"Leighton, let me make this matter clear to you again. I will not and will never date or marry you. I will never, before, now, or in the future."

"Oh, by the way, Charles, I've reserved a box in a high-end restaurant, let's have dinner together tonight."

"I have a show tonight." Charles frowned. A large part of the reason he didn't like Layton was that this person always ignored his feelings, imposed his will on him, and always acted like it was a matter of course. look.

"I almost forgot that you all work at night and rest during the day. It's okay. Let's go early and have afternoon tea instead." Layton laughed.

"Leighton, I will not go out with you, and I will never agree to your marriage proposal." Charles was really angry, "I don't like you, even if you propose a hundred times, it is nothing, and here is the public place, please clean up these things and take them away later."

Seeing Charles repeatedly rejecting himself, Layton's face became dark and heavy. He opened the box and took out the ring inside, then grabbed Charles' hand and tried to put it on him, "I will give it to you." You don’t want to save face, okay, I have to use force.”

"Leighton, let go!" Charles broke free from him and fought back.

Layton laughed narrowly, and pulled Charles closer to his ear, "Don't pretend to be reserved, I know you like to be played with strong sex games, otherwise why do you download so many online every day? Gay sex videos?"

"What the hell did you do! How do you know me..." Charles struggled angrily.

"Now that technology is so advanced, why is it so difficult to trace a person on the Internet?" Layton buried his head on Charles' neck and inhaled his scent vigorously.

It was so disgusting, Charles had goosebumps all over his body. Normally, Charles would never use his ability on ordinary people if it was not necessary, but now this guy is already at the level of vile sexual harassment.

But obviously someone made a move earlier than Charles, and a stainless steel chair in the auditorium automatically flew up and smashed towards Layton. The force was as hard as it was, and it knocked people unconscious on the ground.

Charles looked at Eric who came back from outside with a drink in his left hand and ice cream in his right with a look of astonishment on his face.

Eric looked up at the top of the tent