Fan Xiao underestimated You Shulang's alcohol tolerance.
Pulling that slender hand to wrap around himself, the man slowly opened his eyes as the wave took off...
Half an hour ago, Fan Xiao used the key to open You Shulang's door.
The neighborhood was old, the home decoration was old-fashioned, and there were no induction lights. Fan Xiao found the switch on the wall of the entrance, turned on the light, went to the bedroom, and helped the drunk You Shulang to the bed.
The man was very heavy, and when he pressed on the bed, the mattress bounced a few times. It was not an easy task to torment You Shulang. Fan Xiao took a breath and turned on the bedside lamp.
The light from the desk lamp was very soft, creamy yellow, warm, and like the sweet taste of cakes. It shone just right on You Shulang, as if it was blessed with a warm color filter.
It was the second time that Fan Xiao stood by the bed and examined the sleeping You Shulang. Compared to his pale face last time, his skin now had a light red color that ran along the line of his neck and into his collar.
The collar was slightly pulled, revealing one side of the collarbone. Fan Xiao had been craving it the whole night and almost subconsciously wanted to touch it.
The fingertips had already broken through the skin and held the hot air, but they just stopped. Fan Xiao slowly withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm. He had held a cigarette, shaken hands, patted shoulders, and touched the steering wheel. It was a little dirty.
"Director You, your body is so delicate. Let me wash my hands first." Fan Xiao leaned over and deliberately blew the heat into the man's ear.
He took off his coat, hurried to wash his hands, left the bedroom, looked around and found the bathroom.
Before he could even take a step further, his gaze moved back along the same trajectory and fell on the photos in the locker.
The corners of his lips were pressed down, and a dark red fire burned in his eyes. The tip of his shoe changed direction, and the expensive leather shoes made a steady sound on the floor.
It was a group photo, a youthful boy and a tall, steady man, standing in a landscape with thick green trees and winding clouds. One was in front of the other, with their shoulders half crossed, without hugging each other, but it was clear that they had a close relationship.
Fan Xiao's eyes passed over the boy and landed on the man standing with his hands behind his back. The man's smile was faint, but it looked brighter because of the sunshine; his eyebrows were gentle and drooped, and he didn't look at the camera, but at the boy in front of him.
The brown photo frame was picked up, and the fingertips rubbed the smooth glass. The man's smile was blocked, as well as his seemingly shallow but affectionate gaze.
A frivolous "tsk" sound broke the silence in the room, "I didn't expect Director You to be such a sentimental person, but he's just unlucky and always meets the wrong people."
In the end, the photo frame was hung on the shelf and never saw the light of day.
A photo successfully dispelled Fan Xiao's urgency, and he began to visit You Shulang's house like a visitor who had long admired it.
There are too many signs of life proving that someone once lived here: couple water cups, couple slippers, couple toothbrushes, clothes that are completely different from You Shulang's style, boxes full of snacks, and a note with a red heart drawn on it on the refrigerator.
"Uncle You, the sweet and sour pork tenderloin you made is so delicious. I love you so much. Give me a kiss❤"
"Uncle You?" Fan Xiao sneered, "Is this so exciting?"
He took the note off the refrigerator, slowly crumpled it into a ball of garbage, and threw it gently into the place where the garbage should go.
In the corner of the study, Fan Xiao found a photo album. The flaming red lips on the cover of the album had the charm of the 1990s, and the actress's porcelain-white face was mottled, revealing the earthy yellow of the paper shell.
Flipping through the album casually, the photos in it all seem a bit old. Men or women in rustic clothes are standing next to crudely made fake scenery with stiff and awkward smiles on their faces.
Fan Xiao had no patience. He simply flipped through it and then lost interest. He was about to close the book when his eyes lit up.
In the inconspicuous photo in the lower right corner, there are three people standing side by side. In the middle is a pretty woman, with a young man standing on each side.
The one on the left is younger, probably around eleven or twelve years old; the one on the right is older, probably around fourteen or fifteen years old.
"You Shulang?" Fan Xiao moved the photo album closer and looked closely at the young man on the right.
You Shulang, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, had grown up, was thin and tall, and had a handsome face with sharp edges. His expression was also reserved, with his lips slightly pursed. Perhaps someone asked him to smile, so the corners of his lips were stiffly raised, forming a not-so-round arc.
Fan Xiao also smiled, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot. He took the photo out of the album and put it into his wallet.
When he returned to the bedroom, You Shulang was still drunk. He changed his position and lay on his back on the bed.
Fan Xiao leaned over and saw the man frowning slightly, seeming to be in pain even in his deep dream.
"Director You, are you feeling uncomfortable? Can I help you take off your clothes?"
It was a normal sentence, but it sounded ambiguous and obscene. With his freshly washed fingers on the buttons, Fan Xiao's left hand undid them all with extraordinary dexterity.
The slightly rosy flesh looked like it was covered with a layer of icing sugar under the light of the table lamp. Fan Xiao's eyes suddenly darkened, and his fingers stroked the smooth skin little by little, lingering on it and unable to let it go.
"What should I do? I can't leave any marks on Director You today, but I really... want to bite him!"
His eyes moved upwards, and Fan Xiao pressed his thumb on the man's lips, kneading them gently: "You have to compensate me, how about a kiss?"
Before the sound faded away, his lips fell impatiently!
The aroma of wine rushed into his mouth, and Fan Xiao seemed to be drunk. He swallowed those two lips again and again, until they were wet and shiny, and then he stretched out his tip to continue to go deeper.
He leaned on one knee on the bed, held You Shulang's jaw with his good hand, and kissed him deeply and hard.
Suddenly, the person under him let out a passionate murmur from the corner of his lips. Before Fan Xiao could hear clearly what it was, he was shocked to feel someone pressing down on the back of his neck and deepening the kiss!
You Shulang was kissing him! He took the initiative and kissed him back!
His eyelashes flickered slightly, and the man in a hazy state of mind reacted entirely on instinct. You Shulang's kiss was not as overbearing as Fan Xiao's, but gentle, affectionate and intoxicating.
Fan Xiao's mind and body were both blown up! His paste-like thoughts were filled with six words.
You Shulang, kissing me!
The one-way kiss was like heaven to Fan Xiao, and now that he got the return, he would rather die in this wet and sticky sucking.
"Zhenzhen."
A faint murmur went into his ears along his cheek, and this time Fan Xiao heard it clearly.
"Who are you calling?" Fan Xiao suddenly left those lips, and the confusion on his face disappeared completely. He didn't even care whether You Shulang would wake up, and his low voice was extremely gloomy, "Were you calling Lu Zhen just now?"
You Shulang murmured again, but turned over and continued to sleep, leaving Fan Xiao alone to go crazy.
"You miss your Zhenzhen, don't you?" Fan Xiao smiled suddenly, "Okay, I'll help you."
He walked quickly out of the bedroom and brought in a photo frame from the living room.
Bang, the wooden photo frame was placed on the bedside table, with Lu Zhen's smiling face on it.
An artistic photo, with a very beautiful smile.
Fan Xiao stood by the bed and looked down at the half-awake You Shulang. Half of his face was illuminated by the light of the desk lamp, and the other half was buried in the darkness of the night. "You Shulang, last time at my house, I asked you to give me your hand, but you not only refused but also punched me."
He leaned over and slowly unzipped his pants: "You like men, don't you? If you're a pervert, why do you have to pretend to be noble?!"
He pulled You Shulang's right hand up and moved forward. Fan Xiao felt warm, his expression instantly tensed, and he spoke through gritted teeth: "Today I will be kind and satisfy you, a dead gay."
"Oh, by the way, don't you want to see your Zhenzhen? Then let him watch you do it for me, okay?"
The night was long, with a faint aroma of wine floating in the air. Fan Xiao stared at You Shulang's face, his breath slowly becoming heavier...
At some point, the sleeping man's feathers began to flutter, his long breathing gradually became shallower, light jumped into his dark pupils, and You Shulang slowly opened his eyes...
"!!!"
Fan Xiao paused, but he reacted very quickly, immediately lowering his sweaty body to meet You Shulang's lifeless eyes.
The shirt slid down, hiding all the sins. He said, "Shulang, sleep a little longer, you will feel more comfortable."
The man hummed softly, turned over, and closed his eyes again...