Paper Plane

It was just a casual kiss, Tang Junhe felt a little dizzy, his brain couldn't think for a while, he looked up at Yang Xuan slightly, and called him softly almost subconsciously: "Brother..."

Yang Xuan suddenly exerted strength, pushed him against the wall with his body, supported the back of his head with one hand, bowed his head again, and kissed him one after another. He squeezed Tang Junhe's wrist with great strength, but kissed very lightly, touched, sucked, and then separated.

Mingming only took a sip of wine, but Tang Junhe felt that he was very drunk and his mind was spinning. If his back was not against the wall and Yang Xuan was holding his wrist, he would almost be unable to stand up.

The street lights not far away were a bit dazzling, and Tang Junhe's eyes were hard to focus. He saw Yang Xuan's slightly drooping eyelashes were very close to him, trembling slightly. For a while, it seemed that even the rustling of the leaves seemed to be still, and only the lips and tongue remained in his ears. Sticky sound to touch.

There was a voice talking behind him, and Yang Xuan let go of him. He hugged Tang Junhe, pressed his head with one hand, and buried his face on his shoulder.

Two people passing by came over at this moment, and turned their heads to look at them while walking on the side of the road a few meters away.

Tang Junhe's face was buried on Yang Xuan's shoulder, panting quickly, the kiss just now made his brain lack of oxygen, and his breathing lost frequency. Yang Xuan's scorching and heavy breathing fell on his ear, burning his entire face.

The two looked back for a few times, and finally restrained their curiosity and concentrated on walking forward. Yang Xuan let go of Tang Junhe until he could not hear footsteps, looked into his eyes and asked, "Have you bought everything?"

Tang Junhe's lips were moist, and he swallowed his throat and said, "Yes."

Yang Xuan lowered his head, touched his lips lightly again, then stroked his hair and said, "Let's go, go home."

He held Tang Junhe's hand and pulled him away from the street corner. When turning around, Tang Junhe saw an inconspicuous camera next to the streetlight not far away.

Tang Junhe felt that the soles of his feet were weak, and every nerve in his body seemed to be sore and full. He had to try his best to calm down his heartbeat and breathing in order to maintain his mind.

They walked a long way before Tang Junhe said, "Brother."

"Huh?" Yang Xuan turned to look at him. Maybe it was because he was drunk, his body swayed slightly when he walked, and he looked a little casual, which reminded Tang Junhe of his 17-year-old appearance.

"It seems that there is a camera above the head just now." Tang Junhe said.

"Really?" Yang Xuan didn't seem to care, instead he smiled and asked him, "Afraid of being seen?"

Tang Junhe shook his head and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

When he walked to the green belt near the community, the mobile phone he was carrying rang, and Tang Junhe picked it up to see that it was Mai Ze calling.

He collected himself, picked it up, and asked worriedly: "Tangtang, are you okay?"

"Fortunately," Tang Junhe said with his head down, "the matter is almost over."

"Why didn't you tell us? I went to your hospital today, and the nurse in your department told me."

"Aren't you on a domestic tour? I can't call you back."

"Ding Li, you didn't tell me!"

"Ding Li is getting married soon, it's unlucky to say such a thing." Speaking of Ding Li, Tang Junhe thought of his fiancée Ying Hui, subconsciously glanced at Yang Xuan, who was taking out the key card and pasting it on the gate of the community, and pushed it away. The door lets him advance.

Tang Junhe walked in, and continued to say to the phone: "My brother has been with me, I'm fine."

"Oh...your brother is by your side," Mai Ze breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to have someone to accompany you, I was thinking that if such a big thing happened, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it alone, oh...sorry , there are times when gathering and parting."

"I know." Tang Junhe said.

"Well, be happy," Mai Ze tried to make him happy, "I went out this time and found several suitable ones for you. When you come back, you can pick them one by one? Those who like the south or the north? Sweet ones? By the way, there are also foreign ones, your English is good..."

"When did you switch to pimping? I don't want it, don't make trouble." Tang Junhe followed Yang Xuan into the elevator. Yang Xuan leaned against the elevator wall and glanced at him.

"Okay, okay, let me be serious," Mai Ze dropped his joking tone, "Do you know Ren Zekai? Playing that..."

Tang Junhe pressed the volume button on the side of the phone a few times with his thumb, turned down the volume of the call, and said to the phone: "I have something to do, let's talk about it after we meet in a few days." After he finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone.

"Hey, wait a minute—" Mai Ze stopped him, "Should we get together after returning to Yancheng? Call your brother..."

The elevator stopped at the seventh floor, and the door opened. Yang Xuan held his hand and walked out first, took out the key to unlock it. Pushing the door open, maybe because he was too dizzy, he didn't change his shoes, let go of Tang Junhe who was still answering the phone, sat down heavily on the sofa, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, opened the cigarette case, touched He took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter and took a puff. After exhaling a puff of smoke, he reached out and unbuttoned a shirt.

After Tang Junhe made the call, he hung up and put the phone on the locker. He picked up the hangover granule and looked at the instructions on the back of the medicine box, then went to the kitchen to boil hot water.

Waiting for the time to boil the water, he walked back to the living room to get hangover medicine. Yang Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa, was smoking with his head up. Seeing him coming out, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him through a cloud of white smoke.

"What did you say when we met?" He looked at Tang Junhe and asked.

Tang Junhe was stunned for a moment before he understood what he was asking. In fact, that sentence was just to deal with Mai Ze. He never thought that Mai Ze would really introduce him to a boyfriend.

"Come here." Yang Xuan said, got up and dragged the ashtray on the coffee table, and stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette.

Tang Junhe walked over, and he would do what Yang Xuan said. During the few steps he walked towards Yang Xuan, the water in the kettle was about to boil, and there was a dense gurgling sound.

He walked up to Yang Xuan, and saw the two shirt buttons he had unbuttoned and the firm chest exposed inside. The drunk Yang Xuan looked a little dangerous, exuding the breath of a beast. Only then did he realize how restrained Yang Xuan was in front of him before. His brother always looked calm and reserved, only at this time did he reveal an instinctive desire.

At the same time, he also realized that Yang Xuan had grown from the 17-year-old boy back then to a grown man, which made his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

When he walked in front of Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to hold his arm, pulled him onto the sofa with all his strength, and pressed him down the next second. Compared with the gentle kiss on the street corner more than ten minutes ago, this kiss was rough and powerful. The tip of the tongue pressed against the teeth, and the hot and humid tongue quickly became entangled. Panting, he instinctively opened his lips, wanting to breathe more air, but Yang Xuan didn't let him get what he wanted. He pinched his jaw and kept deepening the kiss, which made Tang Junhe more panting The more anxious, almost hypoxic, the saliva overflowed from the corners of the lips,

At this moment, the kettle in the kitchen made a sharp beeping sound, reminding Tang Junhe that the hot water was ready. He came back to his senses slightly, and then felt their lower abdomens that were tightly pressed together, and the obvious erection that was close to his thighs| The scorching and hard touch is so strong that it cannot be ignored.

Yang Xuan let go of him, raised his upper body slightly, leaned his elbows on the sofa, stared at him and said, "No drinking from now on."

Tang Junhe was still panting, the corners of his eyes were red, his lips were extremely rosy from being sucked, he opened his mouth slightly, and inhaled oxygen rapidly, he managed to calm down after panting for a long time, looked at Yang Xuan and asked, "Why?"

"Forget what others have taught you." Yang Xuan said, and his other hand poked in from under his clothes. When Tang Junhe touched his waist, his whole body trembled, and there was a muffled sound in his throat. Humph.