kiss Me

The picture in the dream was blurry and the angle of view was narrow, which made Lin Wu feel like an old camera, chasing after that small frame to shoot, and the result was also like a vulgar movie with invisible people, an ambiguous and absurd scene.

He saw "his" sweater lifted up, Qin Shu held his waist, was pinched, but the place was almost immediately red, from the side of the waist to the small depression on the back - and then he was turned over again , struggling a little frantically, but did not break free.

Qin Shu didn't wear glasses, and his gentle fake appearance was completely torn off. He squeezed his chin and kissed him fiercely, and his eyes looked like he was staring at a prey that would suffocate to death in a second.The suffocating feeling of being strangled by the throat was strangely synchronized to him, which made him a little out of breath.

What happened next has nothing to do with love, and it cannot be called pure abuse or violence.

He heard the young man gently ask "who did he learn from" and "what else did he learn", but his fingers penetrated into his mouth and pinched his tongue to prevent him from speaking.It felt strange to have the tip of his tongue pinched and disturbed, like a cluster of gypsophila blooming between his lips and tongue, small but brilliant flowers multiplying and sprawling, overflowing bit by bit, or pouring into the depths of his throat—then The other party's slender fingers really penetrated into his throat, pressing the soft flesh at the base of his tongue, forcing him to retch, physiological tears welled up, and his eyes were red in embarrassment.

The young man's neck is so slender, and the slipping of the Adam's apple seems to be caused by the abuser, pushed by the fingers in the throat through the flesh and blood-very obvious bullying, bullying him can't speak, so he is given an unnecessary charges.

But he only thought of a similar plot in the movie, and unconsciously thought of something else sticking into his throat, and his face became hopelessly red, and he could only whimper and shake his head, using those broken meaningless words syllables as a rebuttal, trying to explain the ins and outs of his use of "new knowledge"—at least not like Qin Shu said, having sex with some cronies.

He clearly knew that it was a violent method, a deliberate insult, and his brother wouldn't really think of him that way, but he was still seized by a sense of powerlessness, and his physical tears were gradually mixed with psychological factors. Wronged.

Those two fingers were finally pulled out, wrapped in an ambiguous sense of moisture, Lin Wu, who was a bystander, couldn't help but close his eyes.He saw the self who was thrown on the bed curl up, covered his mouth and coughed in embarrassment, but was pinched by the neck in the next second, unable to speak.

"Why don't you talk? Is my brother guessing right?" The young man's warm and cold voice rang in his ears, causing his shoulders to tremble, and he remembered struggling belatedly, and made a thin gasping sound on the verge of suffocation— ——Qin Shu let go of his hand kindly, pinched the back of his neck like controlling a kitten, then lowered his body to breathe for him, and bit the tip of his tongue.

From his angle, he could clearly see his brother's side face, his expressionless jade face, the emotion in his eyes was blocked by eyelashes, he knew it was cold without looking, but it made him feel hot for no reason.

The familiar taste of rust came to his tongue again.He heard himself justifying in a dumb voice, apologizing intermittently, and it took him a long time to explain the cause and effect. He went to a friend's house to pick up cats, and was dragged to watch a romantic movie by accident. He felt that an adult occasion might be effective for his brother. Go home to "study" and imitate poorly.

"Brother, I know I was wrong, brother Xiao Su..."

"You hug me..."

……

It was still dark when Lin Wu opened his eyes, and at half past five, the roommates were sleeping soundly, snoring one after another.

He sighed silently, put the phone back in its place, sat up after a long delay, and faced the fact that he might have to wash the sheets before dawn—the last time he was so embarrassed was in high school, when he lived in In the small apartment allocated by the school, at least you don't have to worry about waking up your roommates.

It is too young to have a physiological reaction in a dream.

The images in the dream came back to his mind hopelessly, and they reappeared like a movie, frame by frame, dark and clear - he couldn't remember some of them clearly, but he remembered that Qin Shu looked down at him His eyes were filled with icy fireworks, like a silent but choppy sea at night.

He gasped slightly, feeling that he couldn't recall any more—otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem that washing the sheets could solve.

Objectively speaking, the facts in his impression were not as crossing the line as in the dream, at least not to the extent of stabbing his throat with his fingers, at most he was hurt by being pinched, and he was frightened by the unfamiliar cruel treatment. Xiaoxin was so wronged that he burst into tears, and his brother immediately withdrew his hands.

But the cause and effect are indeed correct, and he did have a deeper understanding of his brother's nature because of this, so that when the one-month agreement expired, Qin Shu left a long letter and went to the border field alone, He can also understand the reason very well, and doesn't have much real feeling of being abandoned.

Perhaps it was because of his thinking that he filled many of his recent real experiences into his memory, which made this dream seem real and ambiguous, making people blush and heartbeat-of course, there is also a part of the reason why Qin Shu bullied him from a spectator perspective .

The smell of heather under the thin quilt made him a little uncomfortable, so he finally sat up and decided to go out early and throw away the existing bed and replace it with a new one.When he piled up the evidence, he rarely tasted a bit of shame, silently apologized for his wasteful behavior in his heart, and after a few seconds of repentance, he got out of bed, gently stuffed a pile of cloth into a plastic bag, and then turned it out for washing Clothes, I plan to take a shower—fortunately, at the turn of summer and autumn, it’s almost time to change the bedding, so it won’t be too abrupt to do so.

Before entering the bathroom, he gambled on the slightest possibility that maybe Qin Shu would wake up soon, so he stepped on the ground barefoot and sent a message to his brother, explaining the cause and effect too frankly, saying that he might have to buy new sheets. No, online shopping will have to wait for two days, can I borrow his brother's transition.

Like an inexperienced child, when encountering embarrassing things that he can't handle, he can only ask his brother for help.

It was past six o'clock when I came out of the bathroom, and there were several messages displayed on the phone screen, which were sent by Qin Shu.

Lin Wu shook his head, regretting that he had washed his hair impulsively. At this time, his roommate was still awake, and he couldn't use the hair dryer—he caught a glimpse of his chicken coop head in the mirror a few minutes ago, but he still couldn't bear it. Stay—just read the news with a towel on your head.

"I still have two spare sets, it's okay not to buy new ones."

"If you wake up, I'll go down to find you after I wash up."

He went to see his brother with [-]% dry hair, and knew that he would be educated without even thinking about it, but he looked at it, and couldn't help thinking of looking for trouble, and replied word by word: "Okay, I've cleaned it up." alright.

It doesn't take long for the distance of one floor, 30 seconds is enough for two words on his screen, open the door.

So the second 30 seconds later, the dream of spring continued into autumn, and the protagonist stood in front of him, wearing a thin cotton sweater and slacks, looking gentle and harmless, very suitable for hugging.

"Why don't you know how to dry your hair..." The breeder, who was swamped by the fox, rubbed his hair, twisted the ends of his hair and taught him softly, and naturally took the bag in his hand with the other hand." Evidence", without asking any questions.

This overly natural behavior touched Lin Wu's subtle shame point, and made him stunned for a moment, reaching out to hook the edge of the plastic bag: "I'll take it myself..."

Qin Shu just smiled, and returned it to him in a good temper, saying that it's not like he hasn't seen it before, and he washed his bed sheets last time.

"Brother..." Lin Wu shook his arm like a fool, deliberately changing the subject, "Why didn't you ask me what I dreamed—what if it wasn't you?"

This trick was very useful for his brother, at least Qin Shu was silent for a while, letting him shake his hand and holding him instead: "No one can tell what happened in the dream, it's your freedom."

The fox just laughed, the tail of his hair that was not yet dry drooped on his forehead, he was indescribably obedient, his dark blue eyes were filled with a thin layer of water vapor, I don't know if it was because he just took a bath, or it was the continuation of the dampness in his dream to reality.

"Why can't it be you—brother, I dreamed that you kissed me." Fortunately, most people were still asleep at this point, and the elevator was empty, which gave him a chance to get close to the other party and whisper, "It's so fierce, so scary .”

Qin Shu looked down at him, brushed away a strand of hair sticking to his eyelids, rubbed his head comfortingly, and said softly, "Dreams are fake, don't be afraid."

——Actually, it’s not convincing to say so. We both know how he bullied each other in reality, but Lin Wu looked into his eyes and saw a bit of softness in those quiet eyes like black jade, and couldn’t help it. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on his chin.

Still different, the Qin Shu in the dream—or the Qin Shu three years ago—gave him cold eyes, as if staring at his favorite prey, which made him very uneasy.

But now he has begun to get used to the dark side of the other party's nature, gradually relaxes and accepts it completely, and rarely feels uneasy - the sense of security comes from the way Qin Shu treats him, from the instinctive comfort to the look in his eyes, calm or Losing control always makes him feel an unspeakable liking, a liking associated with cherishing.

Like he knew his brother could be rough on him, driven by a moment of sadism without actually hurting him.

He raised his hand, long-pressed and canceled the "1" that was already on, let the elevator stop abruptly on this floor, took another step forward to hug Qin Shu, and buried his face in the young man's shoulder full of good smell Feeling that the other party hugged him naturally, he smiled contentedly.

"But...brother," the words he said were nonsensical, inconsistent, and not inappropriate, "if I replaced your bed sheets and quilts, I would really dream of you every day—I'll get dirty next time What should I do, will I be reduced to the point where I can only share a bed with you?"