fish under ice

As the trip to London drew to a close, Shi Yi and Zhong Juntong bought tickets to return home.At night, Shi Yi started packing his luggage.Halfway through, Shi Yi suddenly received a call, glanced at it and connected directly: "Hello, Gu Mian?"

When Zhong Juntong heard this, his body froze a bit, and he pretended to listen to their conversation casually.

"Well, I'm sorry. I left too quickly." Shi Yi whispered.

"Want to meet again? Oh, good. You decide the time and place."

Shi Yi hung up the phone and continued packing his luggage.

Zhong Juntong had stood up and drank three glasses of water back and forth.

"Juntong, are you thirsty?" Shi Yi was a little worried.

"I'm not thirsty now."

After Shi Yi confirmed that everything was cleaned up, Zhong Juntong happened to come out of the bathroom, his body was wet, and he seemed to have wiped it carelessly before wrapping it in a bathrobe.He raised his hand to wipe his hair, and the skirt of the bathrobe opened with the movement, revealing a deep line of full and strong chest and abdominal muscles.

Shi Yi only saw his wet hair, jumped out of bed and found the hair dryer, "Shall I blow your hair?"

Zhong Juntong didn't speak, he hugged Shi Yi's slender shoulders, and rubbed his wet head against Shi Yi's sweater, like a big dog playing suddenly.

Shi Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Juntong stopped his movements and said nothing.

"Aren't you sick? I'll dry your hair. You can't sleep without it."

Zhong Juntong raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold and sharp under the dark wet hair, the pupils were dark and thick, embedded in the white skin, shining brightly.

"Juntong?..." Zhong Juntong kissed him suddenly, pinched Shi Yi's chin with his fingers, and roughly opened his teeth that he couldn't close in time in astonishment.The tongue tangled for a while and then immediately withdrew, and Zhong Juntong licked off the water stains that were drawn out with the tip of his tongue.

"I want you to be sick too." Zhong Juntong suddenly said willfully.

Shi Yi's neck was red from being kissed, his tongue seemed to have a greasy touch, and his heartbeat did not stop.He couldn't figure out what the sick Zhong Juntong was thinking for a while, so he could only coax: "Well, good. I also had a fever the next day, and we have two sick patients in our family."

Zhong Jun was stunned at the same time. After realizing what childish behavior he had done, he felt ashamed. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in without anyone yelling.

Shi Yi saw the change of expression on Zhong Juntong's face, and knew that he was belatedly shy, so he stepped down the steps for him: "Shall we blow our hair first?"

"Ah."

While blowing Zhong Juntong's hair, Shi Yi combed his hair with his fingers.Zhong Juntong's temper is hard and awkward, but his hair is unexpectedly soft.He stroked his lover's hair with tenderness in his heart, as if he were just a child, silently but eagerly seeking his brother's attention.

Shi Yi turned off the hair dryer, hugged Zhong Juntong's neck from behind, and rubbed it slowly.

"Shi Yi?" Zhong Juntong was stunned, Shi Yi's slender arms slowly tightened, and his soft breath fell on his neck, like a white epiphyllum slowly unfolding.

"I want to hug you."

He sighed for no reason, was vulnerable for no reason, and became emotional for no reason.He hugged Zhong Juntong from behind, intimately feeling the man's broad shoulders and strong muscles beating.

Shi Yi has never paid attention to himself, but he has always paid attention to Zhong Juntong.Years and time have stimulated the vigorous growth of life, and all traces can be seen on him.

This is his most eye-catching boy, and the man he has always loved from the beginning to the end.

Zhong Juntong wrapped his arms around his wrist, and slowly rubbed the skin of the tiger's mouth, making a rustling and delicate sound that made his legs go limp.

"...Huh?" Shi Yi was stunned, and was thrown onto the bed by Zhong Juntong who suddenly turned sideways.Zhong Juntong's hand rested on the back of his head.

The two went up and down, facing each other, eye to eye, and the sound of breathing was close at hand.

Shi Yi blushed, and took the initiative to untie Zhong Juntong's bathrobe with his fingers.

But Zhong Juntong grabbed his wrist and just asked, "I want to know more about Gu Mian."

"...?" Shi Yi didn't understand why Zhong Juntong mentioned Gu Mian when he was on the bed.

"You...why do you want to know him?" Shi Yi muttered, "He is my junior, or my roommate for two years."

"So you two share a room?"

Shi Yi's heart turned a thousand times, and he finally knew what he was thinking about.But this is so unreasonable. He is a man and likes men, so he can't have normal relationships with men?

Shi Yi felt that he had been questioned inexplicably, and felt a little angry in his heart, so he turned his head away: "No one knew that I liked men when I was in college."

Zhong Juntong gently touched his chin, forcing him to look directly into his eyes, "He may not know, but he likes you."

Shi Yi's eyes widened, and his chest was heaving with anger. He wanted to push Zhong Juntong away, but it was like a fly shaking a tree. He could only say angrily, "Juntong, you can't talk nonsense!"

Zhong Juntong touched his cheek with his fingers, his fingers were hot, but his eyes were condensed with frost, "I can see it. I can see it when he went home with you for the New Year."

Zhong Juntong recalled all the events of that day again. The festive red color of the New Year had all turned into broken red couplet paper at the foot of the street. He felt sore and incomprehensible, "He was close to you, so close. He even touched your fingers and hugged your shoulders. ..."

Shi Yi couldn't remember the details of that New Year at all.The only thing I remember is that Zhong Juntong helped put up Spring Festival couplets at the door of his house.He didn't know that Zhong Juntong could remember some details that he had forgotten for so many years, and he had been in trouble for so many years. Even today, he can still go crazy and annoyed by those trivial things.

Shi Yi couldn't be angry at all.

"I'm sorry." Shi Yi whispered.After saying this, his tear film was bright and moist, and he could not restrain his tears, "I don't know... I don't know that those things will hurt you."

Every knife stabbing Zhong Juntong was handed out by him, but the end of the knife he held did not have a handle, and finally began to hurt belatedly.

"I'm sorry..." Shi Yi suppressed his crying, and put his arms around Zhong Juntong's neck, "I'm sorry..."

He didn't know how to make up for his unintentional mistakes.

Zhong Juntong saw Shi Yi like this, no matter how hard he was to press him, he leaned over and hugged him, and said in a deep voice, "You can blame me for my small belly."

Shi Yi shook his head between his necks, "No, no. But Gu Mian and I are really good friends. He didn't know I was gay until I married you."

Zhong Jun got Shi Yi's promise, breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and let Shi Yi sit on him, pressed his back with his hand to let him bend down, and began to kiss awkwardly.

Zhong Juntong knew that he was bullying Shi Yi again.

He vented out the unhappiness that had accumulated over the years, and asked Shi Yi to be considerate and comfort him, and even blamed himself, even cried, and even shared his illness.

But Shi Yi knew all kinds of bad tempers and awkward thoughts of him, so he indulged him.

Shi Yi's body gradually softened, his eyes were dim, and he stretched out his hand to tear off Zhong Juntong's bathrobe.

After the cloud collected the rain, Shi Yi turned over and sat on Zhong Juntong's waist. Seeing that Zhong Juntong was still panting slightly, he blushed and kissed him on his chest, and asked hesitantly, "What is there in Shen Congwen's anthology?" Who wrote you the letter?"

Zhong Juntong was in a trance, and asked suspiciously, "Huh?"

"Which boy or girl wrote it to you? Why have you kept it for so long?"

Zhong Juntong looked at Shi Yi who was sitting on his waist covered in pink, his throat tightened, but he kept silent.

Shi Yi raised his head and bit his chin, coaxing: "Tell me, let's do it again, okay?" After finishing speaking, Shi Yi's ears were red enough to bleed.

He was ashamed by his own words.

Zhong Juntong moved his hand up and down Shi Yi's waist, and just said, "You will know. Let me do it first."