Battle of the Rhine

Kissing is like a battle, a battle of lips against lips.Initially Quincy gained the initiative, but Michael quickly gained the upper hand.They bit each other, bumped, scratched each other's hair and neck, and the last one surrendered. "I shouldn't have done this," Michael said ruefully, "I shouldn't have touched you, I shouldn't—"

"What does it matter?" Quincy sat up, his nightgown was scattered, revealing his pale and naked body, "I won't sue you."

Michael shook his head, "You don't understand, if..."

"Mr. Muller doesn't have the time to go to the police station." Quincy glanced at the window. "Besides, you think he didn't find out? He warned me several times and asked me to kick you out, because you just look like a man." Unreliable guy. American," he chuckled, "ah, American."

Shocked by the news, Michael wrapped his clothes around Quincy, pulled him into his arms, and lay down, pulling the covers up.Brows pressed against each other, and he saw Quincy's drooping eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings.He started kissing Quincy's eyes, nose, cheek...to the lips.They kissed for a long time, and when they parted Quincy was out of breath and with a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Last night," he said, "you can do whatever you want."

Michael carefully touched Quincy's handsome face. He was a perfect statue, with features and lines that could not have been carved by the most dexterous hands in the world.This can only be God's masterpiece, Michael offered a pious kiss to God's creation, down the neck, slid across the chest, waist, lower abdomen... and finally the shadow between the legs. "Come on," Quincy pushed him away, "I don't like it very much."

"I haven't done it for you," Michael begged. "Let me try."

"No," Quincy pulled him up, stroking Michael's lips and chin with his long fingers, "do you want to come in?"

“What?” Michael held that hand, “Where to?”

"You tried, but at that time, I wasn't ready." Quincy held his hand instead and guided Michael down, "You must have read some pornographic magazines, didn't you? Right here, you can Come in……"

Michael's fingertips touched some soft folds, and he understood immediately, looking at Quincy in shock.Quincy was already lying down, eyes half-closed. "Give it a try," he said with a smile, "but please slow down, thank you."

"I can't do that," Michael leaned in to kiss him, "no."

"Why? You don't like it?"

"I can't do this..."

Quincy opened his eyes, blue, sea-like eyes, "I don't think it's a shame to be entered." He was very calm, his eyes were clear, "It's nothing, you want to do it, and I want to—don't Burden, Mike, I'm not going to hang on to you just because you fucked my ass. Honestly, I've always been curious... just to satisfy my curiosity! Please-"

"I'm sorry," Michael took his hand and kissed it, "I'm sorry, Carl."

Quincy withdrew his hand quietly, "Am I unattractive to you?"

"No." Michael took off his clothes and threw them on the ground.The weather is naked, and the cold air makes the skin slightly sting.He covered himself and Quincy with the quilt, rubbing against each other, he was so hard he swelled, "Do you really want to?"

"Come on." Quincy leaned forward and bit his lower lip. "Come on."

Michael found the place, a hidden lowland in the hills.He tried to break through the barrier with his penis, but failed. "Hold," Quincy murmured, "I'm fine."

Tried again to no avail.Michael jumped out of bed and fetched petroleum jelly from the bathroom.He put a layer on the useless thing, and it looked ridiculously naked.Quincy laughed too, and with a smile, he grabbed the pillowcase and raised one leg, "Come on, want me to sing you a song to cheer you up?"

Soon he couldn't laugh anymore.Michael gritted his teeth and achieved more than half of the success.The feeling of insertion was completely different from that outside the body, the warm mucous membrane wrapped him, and the slight contraction caused by each of Quinnessy's breaths made his scalp tingle. "How are you?" Michael asked eagerly, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay," Quincy said, covering his eyes with his arm, "move, move..."

At first Michael was able to control the thrusting motion, but it didn't take long for the rhythm to become disorganized.He wanted to go inside, go deeper.Quincy groaned slightly.The weeping moan rose as Michael brushed against something, shaking his head and pleading, "Mike, Mike—"

"Here?" Michael tried to hit it, "is it here?"

Quincy's mouth was open, the tip of his tongue sticking out, and he stopped talking, just breathing heavily.Michael kept touching the spot, and Quincy clutched at the sheet, kicking his legs back and forth.Michael pressed those two legs and continued to attack.If it made Quinnessy happy...it might be the last good thing he could do for him.

After some time, Michael ejaculates.Originally, he remembered to take it out, but when the matter came to an end, he forgot all about it, and his mind was completely blank.He pulled out his semi-soft cock and apologized guiltily.Quincy curled up his legs and covered himself with the quilt, his brow soaked with sweat, making him look like a young child.

"I'll clean it up for you," Michael said, pushing back the messy blond hair. "I'm sorry."

"Lie down." Quincy grabbed Michael's wrist, "Leave when you're done, it's not a gentleman's behavior."

Michael hugged him and wiped his sweat with his hands. "Shouldn't you say something?" said Quincy, his blue eyes clouded. "How am I doing?"

"Great." Michael fumbled for words, "I've never—"

"I love you."

Those eyes, God, those blue eyes.Michael stared blankly at the blue, thinking of the sea, the sky, and the piano piece... "Carl," he was about to say, "Carl, I—"

"It's not true what you said in bed," Quincy laughed. "Your God won't blame you for lying to me at this time—let's talk." He leaned on Michael's shoulder, "I go to middle school When I was 14 years old, I realized that I was different from the male students around me. I had no interest in chasing girls. When John was [-], he told me triumphantly that he slept with his maid, and I was only tired of hearing it. Women, sex, endless It's gone... Is this the only thing left in the world?"

"Later, I realized that something was wrong with me, not John. I read a lot of books, those 'obscene' books you hate, trying to find the answer. I think I found the answer. At first, I was afraid , hiding by the lake, a slight movement of my body can make me want to die in pain. I want to change, but there is no way. Gradually, I become numb and understand. This is how I am, there is no way... I probably did it in my previous life It was a bad thing, so it was punished."

"So," he twiddled Michael's ear, "so, while other young men were wildly involved in politics, I explored my world. It saved me from things and brought new troubles. I I don't think I'm that fond of men either, and I don't feel extra sexually interested in any of them. I imagined that if I were free to seek, I'd find a learned gentleman with dark hair , speaking with an elegant accent; we travel together, listen to music together, and comment on the pros and cons of the opera; we will stop at the Jungfraujoch, go to the Volga River, and set foot on the remote Arctic ice sheet... We will kiss and hold hands, but There will be no other excessive intimacy. Naive, that's what I think."

"Of course, there is no such gentleman. I went to college and had no dealings with anyone but my family. I no longer intend to look for such a gentleman, and let him remain in my fancy. Mother wants me to marry, and I She excused that the studies were heavy. I guess she might have seen my 'flaw' and kept introducing girls to me... Later, I met Emma."

"She's a good girl, the best girl. I've never hit it off with a girl like that except Charlie. We talk and play the piano and she's sick and witty... God, ha, it's fair. Give Emma such a mind." and soul, but imprisoned it in a weak body. I fell in love with her and wanted to be with her. She told me frankly about her physical problems. It was just what I wanted," sighed Quincy Tone, "I am despicably pleased... because in this way, I don't have to share the same bed with her, but I can still have the title of husband and wife. We are close friends and family members, but I have no desire for her, and I even mean my kisses, though they were worthless."

"After that, I had to join the army to defend the German motherland that was about to fall. I thought, I must not live to the end of the war. One night, I sat in the trench, holding a gun, looking up at the sky. Star. Suddenly, I felt a little sad—I never tasted sex until I died, not as good as the group of soldiers covered in mud. After thinking about it, I am married and I want to be loyal to Emma. Besides, where can I find one? What about a man in the same situation as me? I can't point a gun at a man and make him take off his pants... It's so boring, I decided to die innocently."

"I met you, Mike." Quincy touched Michael's eyes, "I thought you were one of the few good guys in the Allied Army."

"I'm sorry," Michael choked up, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault—I'm a bad thing—"

"Yes, yes, you are a bad thing. I have never seen a more evil guy than you, you are the worst one." Quincy smiled slightly, "You took me to the woods, take off My pants. You know what I was thinking? I was thinking, how fucking ridiculous, I prayed so much, God didn't hear a word; I complained that I was a virgin when I didn't want to die, and God suddenly Eyes and ears...that's what you believe in God's arrangement. I was terrified, Mike, I thought it was my sin, my punishment, I was in hell..."

"But you saved me, more than once. I don't hate you," he said, "and you don't have to freak out about fucking a virgin—I won't haunt you, I told you. Men ain't virgin In other words, even for women, I don't think chastity is a necessary virtue. It's just a manipulative method invented by men..."

Michael had never felt this kind of sadness, a great sadness that engulfed him, and he was like a ship about to capsize before this sadness. "I have to apologize to you too," Quincy whispered again, "I should have told you 175 earlier... so you have a choice. But I'm so eager for warmth, think about it, when I get home, in the fireplace There was a fire..."

"You will, you will have a wonderful home," Michael said. "I can't give you a home, Carl. When you get married, you will have a warm family waiting for you every day when you come back... At that time, at that time, I I'm back, I'll be back soon, we can-"

"You won't come back." Quincy touched his lips and smiled, "Don't lie to me about this, I'm a college student...I can tell."

They cuddled and slept for hours.Later, Michael did it again, and Quincy, bewildered, murmured something softly at him in Latin that Michael couldn't understand a word of.He put his arm around Quincy and prayed for eternal night.The dream was chaotic and complicated. Michael walked barefoot in the dusky sand dunes, and the shadow of the white bull loomed in the wind.

"Mike."

He woke up, and Quincy was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his nightgown.

"Its daybreak."

Michael drove to the train station.He shoved Quinnessy the key, unable to say goodbye.Quincy pocketed the keys. "I won't pay you for the car."

"That car isn't worth much," Michael said, "you-you—"

The train pulls into the platform, and people prepare to board in twos and threes. "Happiness to you," Quincy held out his hand, "this is my sincerest hope."

"Thank you." Michael took the hand and held it with his greatest strength, "I also hope you are happy... the happiest person in the world."

"Get in the car," said Quincy. "Watch your luggage."

Michael got on the train and took a window seat.The train closed its doors and slowly left the platform.Quincy's figure was caught among the people who saw him off, and quickly blended into the large dark area.Michael looked at it for a long time before returning to his seat slumped. At this moment, he felt something stuffed in his pocket, and when he took it out, it was the pair of gloves.

"You'll regret it." A voice echoed in his head.

"For his happiness." Michael said to himself, a tear fell, he covered his face and wiped his eyes vigorously.