Paper Plane

After Yang Xuan took a shower, he saw that Tang Junhe was still in the same posture as before, and he didn't even change the direction of his eyes. He walked over and asked, "It's so late and you're still calling?"

Tang Junhe blinked: "What time is it?"

Yang Xuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's past three o'clock in the morning over there." After he finished speaking, he walked to the side of the suitcase, squatted down and took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and threw the pack back .

"My mother should not be asleep yet." Tang Junhe whispered.

Yang Xuan didn't respond, he sat down on the bedside with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the match provided by the hotel and lit it, took a puff, then reached for the receiver of the landline. He leaned over, pressed a few times on the number keys, and then handed the receiver to Tang Junhe: "Dial the number."

Tang Junhe propped up his upper body from the bed and lay down next to the phone. After dialing the number, he clenched the receiver nervously. After a few beeps, the phone was answered, and Tang Xiaonian gave a short "Hello", as if urging the person on the phone to speak.

There are adult products on the plastic shelf next to the landline. Yang Xuan reached out to take a condom, pinched a corner to read the English instructions on the back, and when he heard Tang Xiaonian's voice, he raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Junhe.

"Mom, it's me." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he swallowed.

The tone over there immediately became urgent: "Where are you?"

Tang Junhe hesitated, "I...my brother and I came out."

"I asked where are you?!" Tang Xiaonian said angrily.

"Overseas." Tang Junhe answered truthfully but vaguely.

"Are you abroad? Which country are you in? Do you know that you will have a retest the day after tomorrow?" Tang Xiaonian said quickly, "Get out of here!"

"Mom, did you see the note I left for you?"

"Is Yang Xuan by your side? Give him the phone, and I want to ask him what he wants to do?!" Tang Xiaonian's voice rose, piercing his eardrums through the receiver, "Yang Xuan, what do you want to do to me? What are you doing, son, what are you doing to me—"

"Tell her, I will take good care of you." Yang Xuan spoke suddenly. Although his voice was not high, it was enough to reach the microphone. She reached into his towel and squeezed his waist. Tang Junhe trembled unpreparedly.

"What did he say? Was it Yang Xuan who was talking just now?" Tang Xiaonian's tone became sharper, and before she finished speaking, Yang Chengchuan's voice also came over, "Bring me the phone, let me talk to Yang Xuan Say, hello? Junhe, your brother—"

At this moment, Yang Xuan suddenly pulled his hand out of the bath towel, and held Tang Junhe's hand holding the receiver. Tang Junhe thought he was going to answer the phone, and was just about to pass the receiver to him, but Yang Xuan's hand was hard , pressed his hand down, and hung up the phone without any explanation.

Tang Junhe looked at Yang Xuan with some astonishment, Yang Xuan didn't have any expression on his face, he picked up the receiver and put it aside as if nothing had happened, so that the call from the other side would not be able to come in, he turned his head and looked at Tang Junhe: "Just explain it clearly."

Tang Junhe was stunned for a while, then lay back on the bed again.

"You don't want to hear what Yang Chengchuan has to say." Seeing that he was lying on his stomach without speaking, Yang Xuan reached out and pinched the back of his neck, "Are you angry?"

"I won't be angry with you," Tang Junhe said. After a while, he got up from the bed, sat down beside Yang Xuan and asked, "Will he let us separate?"

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was laughing and asked knowingly, "What do you think?"

"Then will he tell my mother?"

"After thinking so much, you might as well go back and have a look now, I can buy you a return ticket." Yang Xuan said bluntly, seeing that Tang Junhe looked a little pitiful with his chin resting on his knees, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him over his shoulder, turned his face to look at him, "Okay, it's all out, it's pretty good here, isn't it?"

"It's pretty good." Tang Junhe whispered.

"That's all right?" Yang Xuan blew a puff of smoke on his wet eyes, and seeing Tang Junhe squinted those cat-like eyes unexpectedly, he laughed, "Does a good student still want to learn to smoke?"

Tang Junhe nodded subconsciously. He felt that the Yang Xuan tonight was very different, not the Yang Xuan he had seen in the past few months, more like the Yang Xuan who didn't regard him as his younger brother when they first met a year ago.

Yang Xuan's hand holding the cigarette was raised from his shoulder, and moved to his lips. Tang Junhe lowered his eyes to look at the cigarette, and then raised his eyes to Yang Xuan.

"Try." Yang Xuan whispered.

Tang Junhe leaned his face forward, sucked the cigarette **** between Yang Xuan's fingertips, and took a sip in it. "Cough, cough, cough—" Choked by the inhaled smoke, he raised a hand to cover his lips, and turned his face to the side to cough.

Yang Xuan chuckled twice, reached out and stroked his hair.

Tang Junhe stopped coughing, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and turned to look at him.

"Are you still learning?" Yang Xuan took a sip by himself, looked at him and asked, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Tang Junhe was a little dumbfounded, he had never seen Yang Xuan with a smile in his eyes.

"Are you stupid?" Yang Xuan patted his face lightly.

Tang Junhe came back to his senses, he held Yang Xuan's wrist, and took the initiative to smoke the cigarette between his fingers, but Yang Xuan took his hand away.

Yang Xuan squeezed the cigarette, leaned forward and extinguished it in the ashtray beside the bed, then sat back on the bed and said, "Come on, good students learn how to smoke."

"I'm not a good student anymore." Tang Junhe moved closer to Yang Xuan, he wanted to lean over to kiss him, but the moment he touched him, Yang Xuan suddenly reached out to hold his shoulder and turned him over , and then bullied himself up: "Why aren't you a good student?"

The moment his fingers penetrated into his body, Tang Junhe snorted and said intermittently: "I skipped class, handed in a blank paper, escaped the re-examination, and..."

"Also elope." Yang Xuan interrupted him, bent down and kissed him, teasing without flirting, it was a deep kiss that drove straight.

This forceful kiss made Tang Junhe a little out of breath. He tilted his neck up, opened his lips instinctively, and panted rapidly. Thin air seeped in through the gap between his lips and tongue, but it was far from enough. He gasped more and more Anxious, saliva overflowed from the corner of his lips uncontrollably.

At the same time, he also felt that Yang Xuan had reacted, and the hard thing was pressing against his buttocks through a layer of fabric. He reached out to explore, but Yang Xuan grabbed his wrist, and then he felt that the layer of fabric disappeared, and the scorching and stiff **** rubbed against his thigh, and then left, and after a few seconds, he Arrived up again.

"Brother, I want to turn around..." Before Tang Junhe finished speaking, Yang Xuan hooked his waist with his forearm, lifted it up, made Tang Junhe kneel on the bed, and then pressed his **** into the Tight hole.

The sudden rapid sprint made Tang Junhe's whole body sore and weak. His elbows on the bed were bent, his knees couldn't bear the force behind him, and he felt weak for a while. His upper body threw himself forward, and the **** submerged in his body were squeezed out half.

Yang Xuan pinned his two arms to the back, held his two wrists with one hand, and kneaded his hip bones with the other hand, and withdrew all his genitals, and then jerked them so that they were completely submerged. . Tang Junhe's waist collapsed in an instant, his body bowed up, and he trembled for a while, and a weak moan came out of his throat, which was blocked by him biting his lower lip.

Yang Xuan's thrusting speed slowed down, but it got deeper and deeper. He pulled Tang Junhe's wrist, and his eyes swept over his thin back and the two beautiful butterfly bones on it. They would protrude when he pushed in. , When he exits, it will disappear again. This body that allows him to do whatever he wants is green and beautiful. Every time he enters, Yang Xuan's desire to control is fully satisfied.

Yang Xuan let go of Tang Junhe's wrist, bent down to hug him, and felt the warm body temperature sticking to him, Tang Junhe's wet eyelashes trembled, opened his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan, but his teeth were still biting his lips tightly, He tried his best not to let himself moan, and only relied on the fine humming and sticky nasal voice in his throat to release the joy in his body.

Yang Xuan stretched out his thumb to pluck his lower lip that was bitten to the point of discoloration, and leaned on his ear and whispered: "There is no one here."

Tang Junhe looked at him in a daze, and it had become his habit to hold back his voice. As soon as his lower lip popped out from between his teeth, he instinctively bit it down again.

Yang Xuan pushed his lips away again, put a finger into his mouth, and coaxed with a slightly hoarse voice: "Call out, no one can hear you."

"Brother..." Tang Junhe said vaguely with his fingers in his mouth. The tip of his tongue was wrapped around the callused finger, and he licked it like a cat, just like... the last time he gave him oral sex. Yang Xuan pulled out his fingers, looked down at his expression, and pushed his lower body in quickly, each time he inserted deeply to the bottom. Tang Junhe hummed uncontrollably, and then he quickly bit his lips subconsciously. Yang Xuan pressed his chin with his fingers, buried his face and kissed him, the groans were blocked to the tips of their entangled tongues, and they ran in the churning mouth trying to find an exit, but in the end they were swallowed by someone, and drowned in the transparent The sound of the tide coming in through the window.

After the cloud and rain ended, Yang Xuan threw the used condom into the trash can aside, turned around and saw Tang Junhe was looking at him, he smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"We used that just now..." Tang Junhe said with evasive eyes.

"Well, don't you like it?" Yang Xuan leaned on the pillow and asked with his arms around his shoulders.

Tang Junhe shook his head first, then asked after a while: "Brother, why do we use that?"

"Aren't you going to sleep when you're done? That way you won't stay in it."

"But I like to stay inside..." Tang Junhe whispered.

Yang Xuan looked at him with some surprise: "Huh?"

"I like your things to stay inside." Tang Junhe said again, he leaned towards Yang Xuan, leaned his head on his shoulder, and stretched his arms to hug him.

"Then don't need it next time." Yang Xuan said.

The sound of the waves one after another made the summer night extraordinarily quiet, and the coconut trees outside the window made small rustling sounds, and Tang Junhe lay on Yang Xuan's shoulder and talked to him in a daze.

"The bed is so soft." Tang Junhe said.

"Is there?"

"Softer than carpet."

Yang Xuan laughed, it turned out to be like this. The gray plush carpet is of course soft, but after all, it is laid on the hard wooden floor, and if two people work on it for half an hour, their knees will be worn out and hurt. Tang Junhe's skin is easy to leave marks. After one treatment, there will be an obvious bruise on his knees in the next few days, so in those few days, Tang Junhe never wears short sleepwear. Pants, because he was afraid that Tang Xiaonian would see the clues.

The sound insulation at home is not very good either, the walls between the rooms are not equipped with sound insulation layer, they had to be careful not to make noise, so that Tang Junhe got into the habit of biting his lips during **** several times.

Tang Junhe fell asleep, his red and swollen lips were slightly parted, faintly glowing with water, Yang Xuan's fingertips unconsciously rubbed against his lower lip, listening to the quiet summer night sound outside the window.

It's nice here, but how long can I stay? His brother is also very good, but how long can they be together?

Yang Xuan never realized that his possessive desire was so strong. Seeing Tang Junhe moaning and begging for mercy under him, he followed his movements with a green and sensitive reaction, completely manipulating a person's emotions and emotions. Body, this feeling is really good.

And before Tang Junhe came to that home, he never had the feeling that something was completely his own. When he was very young, he realized that his mother does not belong to him, because her soul is often occupied by the devil; his father does not belong to him either, he is more addicted to power and money. Yang Chengchuan only felt strange when he was at home, because Yang Chengchuan never looked like he was on TV at home; grandma and grandpa didn’t belong to him either, it was enough for them to have each other, when his mother passed away, he once hoped that they could persevere Take yourself away, but they give up easily.

Sometimes Yang Xuan would think of the younger brother who followed him when he was a child, he was like his little toy. If he hides behind the door to scare him, his younger brother will cry, if he teaches him to fold a paper airplane, his younger brother will laugh, if he holds a small mirror and shakes light spots on the wall, his younger brother will jump to the wall He ran around to shoot with his hands.

But later Yang Xuan realized that that younger brother was not his own either, he had his own mother.

After realizing that "everyone is alone", Yang Xuan quickly learned to be independent, and he is very talented in this aspect.

However, just when he didn't believe and didn't need to rely on something completely his own to gain a sense of security, the younger brother who always followed him when he was a child appeared again.

Tang Junhe said that he felt like he was dreaming tonight, so why didn't he feel the same way? He actually abducted his brother out. Tang Junhe, who has left Tang Xiaonian, belongs to him completely, and it has nothing to do with him whether Tang Xiaonian who is staying in Runcheng is worrying about gains and losses or on the verge of collapse at the moment—let Tang Xiaonian feel the pain of losing his son, just Just like he lost his mother two years ago, this is the retribution she deserved for doing evil more than ten years ago, and she just suffered the consequences.

As for Tang Junhe, Yang Xuan tightened the arm holding Tang Junhe, closed his eyes and thought, the moment he proposed to go home, he would send him away.

They will all grow up after all, and Sri Lanka isn't the only place where it's always summer.