Midsummer of Eden

Yin Jueming felt a pair of hands coming from behind, covering his eyes.

The orange was peeled, and his fingertips were wet, with the aroma of orange juice.Yin Jueming held a piece of orange and leaned towards the back.

His eyes were covered and he couldn't see, but he could feel the person behind him approaching, warm lips touching his fingertips, and quickly took the orange away.

Only then did Yin Jueming peel off Zhang Chi's hand, turned around and rode sideways on the window sill, the oranges on his pajamas rolled all over the floor, the warm orange under the dim light was particularly ambiguous.

Yin Jueming's legs were still dangling, his body was covered in thin clothes, showing a vague outline under the moonlight, his pale fingers pinched a piece of orange, and delivered it to his mouth.

While chewing, he looked at the relaxation of the visitor from bottom to top.

"Do you know what men usually do when they can't sleep?" Zhang Chi approached him.

He asked ambiguously, Yin Jueming swallowed the orange, licked his fingertips, raised his eyelids and asked with his eyes.

Under his innocent and innocent eyes, Zhang Chi felt that he was a bit difficult to control.

"Could it be that they are chatting under the quilt?" Yin Jueming joked.

Zhang Chi took out a small wine bottle and two wine glasses from behind, and looked carefully, it was Yin Jueming's favorite sweet wine.

Yin Jueming became interested when he saw the sweet wine.His bare feet explored the slipper on the ground.He jumped down from the window sill and ran downstairs with his slippers pattering. After a while, Debussy's music sounded downstairs, like running water, just like that night.

That night... Zhang Chi carried the quilt and the small flagon, and looked up at the night.

There is a good moonlight tonight.

Yin Jueming brought another bag of oranges from the refrigerator, and the two of them sat cross-legged on the attic with bare feet.The small windows in the east and west are pushed open, the breeze comes in, and the moonlight shines on the wooden floor, bringing some refreshing tones to the sultry summer night.

Yin Jueming is greedy for drinks, and likes to drink Zhang Haiyin's sweet wine. After drinking, he is slightly drunk, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable. The fruity aroma of Tiantian spreads in his mouth, and he occasionally eats a few petals of oranges.

The oranges were scattered on the ground, he was the one who asked Zhang Chi to eat, but Zhang Chi didn't move for a long time, just accompanied Yin Jueming to drink under the moonlight outside the window.

The two chatted while drinking, talking about interesting things in the town and the good places Yin Jueming had discovered.Talk about Zhang Chi's friends, talk about Zhang Haiyin, but not Yin Jueming.

Ten minutes later, the orange peels beside Yin Jueming were messed up, but Zhang Chi's side was empty, Yin Jueming felt a little embarrassed.He listened to the intermittent Debussy music coming from his bedroom downstairs, and he was in a good mood.

He took the initiative to peel an orange for Zhang Chi, "It's like a dream. There is moonlight, sweet wine, and Debussy and the breeze."

"And me?" Zhang Chi tilted his head and lowered his voice.

Yin Jueming didn't speak for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "I said, don't invite me."

"Do you want me to recruit you?" Zhang Chi moved closer, and his eyes fell on Yin Jueming's fingertips.

Because of his approach, Yin Jueming's movements became slower and slower, his bright white fingertips paused, and he slowly pinched in the orange nest, his hand was stained with orange juice, his white fingers pinched the skin and slowly opened it——

Zhang Chi felt that he was hopeless.The rum was not alcoholic, but he did feel slightly tipsy.

Otherwise, how can you feel that Yin Jueming's gestures, no matter how simple his movements are, are full of charm?

Zhang Chi's throat moved, and the whole person leaned over, and the two breaths were almost entangled together.

Pushed to a corner by him, Yin Jueming peeled off another piece of orange, stuffed it between Zhang Chi's lips, and pushed it in with his fingertips: "Brother, have you ever heard a saying that the one who flirts first is the cheapest."

The oranges are sweet in the mouth, the juice is overflowing, and every part of the tongue coating does not scream.When he got close, Yin Jueming's body smelled faintly of toilet water and tangy, which instantly evokes the whole summer.

No one called him brother, outside, the group of children called him brother.Even so, Zhang Chi is not very old.In his early twenties, compared with Yin Jueming, he is more aggressive and less stable.

But this moon-like man was four years older than him. He gritted his teeth calmly and gracefully, and was fascinated by the innocence that appeared in him from time to time.If Zhang Chi is a simple and straight line or section, Yin Jueming is a complex polyhedron.Each side of him reflects a different state, and it is difficult to extricate yourself from the blending together.

"No one calls me brother." Zhang Chi said, his body was like a leopard attacking its prey, not stopping just because of a piece of orange.He supported Yin Jueming's body with both hands, and kept approaching Yin Jueming.

"Brother, you smell like alcohol." Yin Jueming kept retreating because of his approach, and his whole body was gradually shrouded in Zhang Chi's body.

Zhang Chi moved forward again, so Yin Jueming lay on his back, his eyes staring at Zhang Chi on his body.

Half of his body was caged above Yin Jueming, keeping Yin Jueming within his control range. Zhang Chi never expected that after doing this, every cell in his body became excited and felt indescribably comfortable.

He feels like his property right now.

Zhang Chi leaned over and sniffed Yin Jueming's neck from a distance: "Your body smells like toilet water and oranges."

Yin Jueming didn't panic, on the contrary, he seemed to be at ease in the current situation, he just lay there quietly, and Zhang Chi felt that he was scrutinized by him.

"I told you to eat oranges, what are you doing?" Yin Jueming asked softly, "There are a lot of mosquitoes at night, and I still have toilet water, do you want some for you?"

Yin Jueming spoke slowly, as if probing, then moved his body, and gradually crawled out from between Zhang Chi's spread arms.Like an animal that has the audacity to escape from a leopard.

Zhang Chi didn't move, and when Yin Jueming sat opposite him, his gaze still followed Yin Jueming.

Maybe that kind of gaze was too straightforward and hot, Yin Jueming curled up his legs uncomfortably and scratched his calf.

On the inside of the calf, there was a mosquito-bitten bag.The red bumps stand out against the white skin.

Zhang Chi calmly withdrew all the energy from his body.He propped himself up and sat down, regaining the relaxation he had just had.

"Today's song is very nice." The main reason is that you sang well, Zhang Chi thought, "Grandma was down there just now, and my mood was a bit off. What did you do?"

"What did I do?" Yin Jueming smiled, "It's the old lady who is homesick. She must have seen a movie, so she remembered Hegang, her hometown."

Yin Jueming obviously didn't notice it, and while he was talking, he would scratch a couple of times from time to time.That red is more vivid.

"Speaking of which, your grandma is in Hegang. I heard a friend mention it once when I was a child. In winter, it is a beautiful scenery. It is icy and snowy, but it is too cold. If the old lady really goes back, she may not be able to bear it." Yin Jueming gently scratched his calf The bag on the bag, still unconscious, "When you go back, you should pay attention to buying more things to keep out the cold..."

Later, Zhang Chi could barely hear what Yin Jueming said.

Halfway through Yin Jueming's speech, Zhang Chi suddenly grabbed his wrist, startling Yin Jueming: "What?"

"Apply some plaster, the skin is almost scratched." Zhang Chi said.

Yin Jueming looked down, and sure enough, the small red bump on the inside of the calf had a little redness seeping out from under the skin, obviously it had been scratched a little too much.

Zhang Chi gripped his ankle, rubbed his thumb feelingly, and asked him, "Is it itchy?"

Yin Jueming kicked his legs in his hands, but didn't break free, and said softly "um".

"Unbearable?" Zhang Chi asked again.

Of course Yin Jueming sensed that Zhang Chi was different tonight, and struggled gently in his hands.The relaxed palm was hot, firmly holding his ankle, like a hot shackle.

Yin Jueming turned around in this "shackle" several times, and finally had to drag his legs back, but Zhang Chi grabbed his ankle and dragged him back heavily.

He held his breath, watched Zhang Chi lower his head, hesitated, and licked the mosquito bag on the inside of Yin Jueming's calf.

Yin Jueming suddenly struggled violently.

Zhang Chi held on to his feet, only feeling Yin Jueming's dangling white legs in front of him.The thin gown pajamas were like nightdresses, and Yin Jueming rubbed them up while twisting, exposing the thighs.

When Zhang Chi saw something, he was instantly struck by lightning, and all the strength in his hand was relieved.

Yin Jueming turned over, got up and quickly left the attic, and soon disappeared.

Zhang Chi was belatedly staring at the two overturned wine glasses on the wooden floor in a daze, his mind went blank.It took me a long time to come back to my senses.

He thought that he hadn't fallen into a pervert yet, so it shouldn't be an illusion just now—there was nothing under the gown and nightgown that was as thin as a gauze skirt.

This recognition alone made Zhang Chi dizzy, and the blood almost poured out of his body.

Yin Jueming didn't know exactly when Zhang Chi left.He locked himself in the bathroom, patted the cold water, and finally took a shower.The wind at night is warm, not cool, but not hot either.There was a layer of sweat on his body at this time.

Yin Jueming pushed open the bathroom window, there was the moon outside the window, and there was also music coming from the balcony of his bedroom, if there was no Debussy's music, it was playing "Moonlight".

He took off his nightgown, and his naked body became nothing but a natural creation outside the window.Cautiously, he reached down and touched it.

Yin Jueming's body is very sensitive.Lifting his head, the water closed his eyes and covered his panting.

When Yin Jueming came out of the bathroom, Zhang Chi had already left.

On his bedding, there was a box of ointment.Yin Jueming unscrewed it and smelled it. There was a refreshing mint aroma.

That night, Yin Jueming had a "conscienceless" sleep.Zhang Chi is not as peaceful as he is. He closes his eyes, his mind is full of mosquitoes on the inside of Yin Jueming's calf, he can still hear the melody of Debussy in a trance, and he seems to be able to smell the fragrance of toilet water and orange peel in the air. .

Before facing the water, he masturbated himself in the bathroom, and after tossing and turning, he masturbated himself again in the bedroom.

Now Zhang Chi turned over, his mind was full of the secrets naked under the pajamas again.Now he even doubts whether he saw it or not.The sense of reality peels away over time, becoming more and more unreal.

The thing in the crotch showed signs of resurgence.

Zhang Chi seemed to be angry with himself, and in the end, in an almost masochistic way, he lay on his back straight on the bed, motionless, letting his head swell and ache, trying to abuse his own desires.