Everyday life at Midtown High School

This is the shortcoming of being young. When you fall in love every day, you will always be given all kinds of magical guidance by the elders.

In addition to Sheriff George's case analysis, and physical hygiene guidance...

Pooh has also had Tony's technical guidance, and, Steve's veiled question of 'what's going on between man and man, need help? '

Let’s not complain about the one in the front, and the one in the back...

God really needs help! !how can you help !

Although I know that Steve has no other meaning in saying this.

But when Pooh heard it, he almost got it wrong by accident.

In short, he really and truly felt the enthusiasm of the elders.

Originally, when he ran to play with Harry, his mind was very pure and he didn't think about anything. However, after he was "guided" by Sergeant George, his mind was completely unavoidable...

He even thought of the grand dream of 'getting out before the age of 17' that he had announced before.

"Damn it, I already have a boyfriend, why do I have to do it myself?!"

He pondered in his heart: "However, if I take the initiative too much, will it be bad? Or, give me a subtle hint today?"

Because of the experience of growing up together, Pooh and Harry are too familiar with each other.

Familiar with just beginning to fall in love, you can smoothly transition to the level of an old couple, with a tacit understanding, natural and tender feelings.

But because of this, once there is no trigger point, it is difficult for them to make any major breakthroughs in their daily relationship.

Out of curiosity earlier, Harry did have some ideas, but recently he was so busy with the affairs of Osborne Enterprises that he was dizzy and didn't care about what to do for a while; Always zero, sometimes, he might as well take the initiative as Harry...

In short, the past is unbearable.

After dating for such a long time, there has been no progress. Pooh really feels that this is really not in line with his usual style. If this continues, it will be so shameful that he can slam his head against the wall to death.

So, he decided to make the 'implicit hint' more direct.

"Pooh, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Harry couldn't help frowning when he found Pooh's beautiful big eyes blinking non-stop in a state called 'strobe'.

He blamed with a little worry: "I told you earlier, don't wear colored contact lenses for nothing, what if you hurt your eyes?"

Pooh stared at his big eyes speechlessly, and after grinding his teeth for a while, decided to change another way.

"I've been thinking about you since yesterday, Harry."

He walked behind Harry, leaned over his shoulder, glanced casually at the stack of documents on the desk, rested his head on the side of Harry's neck and blew softly: "Are you Do you plan to continue doing this, or accompany me?"

"After finishing this, I will accompany you again."

Harry kissed him sideways, then smiled at him and said, "Wait for me, I'll fix it right away."

This answer is really unsatisfactory.

Pooh pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, completely unwilling to admit that he seemed to be very inexperienced in this area of ​​practice.After all, this technique is not like striking up a conversation. If you want to, you can practice it dozens of times a day...

What's next?

He tried kissing again, and touched Harry's leg with his hand...

But probably because of the lack of movement, Harry almost died laughing at him: "Hey, please, Pooh, stop playing! We've all grown up! Don't tickle me... This kind of game is not fun at all .”

Pooh: Hehe!go to hell!

Then, sulking, he ran to the bathroom and studied in the mirror repeatedly: "Do I look unattractive? Why doesn't Harry think in that direction at all?"

He looked back and forth in the mirror and observed from various angles, but he was still puzzled by this problem.

"...Harry Osborn is an idiot."

In the end, Pooh concluded angrily.

He blinked at himself in the mirror, and thought intoxicatedly: "How handsome, I want to lose myself."

Harry was a little slow today, but he wasn't entirely to blame.

On the one hand, although the experience of growing up together made him and Pooh have a deep relationship and an incomparable understanding, but on the other hand, they are so familiar with each other that if there is no obvious action, there will always be It is easy to overlook some actions that seem intimate but are actually implied;

Secondly, the various problems of Osborne's company really made Harry a little tired. No matter how talented he is, his age and experience cannot grow overnight. It took him countless minds to persuade and manage this company. Therefore, I didn't notice Pooh's small movements for a while;

Thirdly, Pooh never expressed forgiveness for the previous breakup, so that he always thought that he was still in the probationary period.

Although Pooh never meant to refuse intimacy, he thought that the two of them needed more emotional development before they could proceed to the next step...

In short, by mistake, the brain circuits of the two people were inconsistent, which indirectly made the whole thing stuck there and could not continue.

But Pooh never liked to wait passively.

After thinking about it, he simply decided to give up the so-called "implicative hint", and use his usual way of doing things, muster up the courage, and go straight to the point.

"Harry?"

He came out of the bathroom that came with the study, and said casually, "Give me 10 minutes, how about it?"

"No, I'll play games with you later, Pooh. I'll..."

At first, Harry said this without looking up, but when he raised his head and looked over, he stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

Because, in front of him, Pooh began to undress very naturally, as casually as if in a bedroom, the pullover T-shirt was torn off, and then thrown on the ground, revealing a white and clean chest.

He looked at Harry thoughtfully and said, "I grew up hating complicated things, remember?"

Harry was caught off guard with a dull and dazed expression: "huh, yeah, remember..."

Pooh smiled shyly at him, his ears were reddish, but he still bent down and continued to untie the laces of his sneakers.

"Well, so it would make me happy if things were straightforward and simple."

While speaking easily, he took off his shoes and threw them aside.

Harry had involuntarily stopped everything he was doing.

He could hardly move his eyes away for a second, he could only continue to look at Pooh stupidly, and replied instinctively in his mouth: "Yes, but sometimes you just keep it simple, it just drives me crazy (crazy)... ..."

Pooh raised his head, grinned a little smugly, and laughed: "Then are you angry with me?"

"Often!" Harry's lips curled up slightly unconsciously, and he replied, "But I'm always reluctant to live for too long..."

"So, you've always liked me, you've liked me a long time ago, right?" Pooh began to untie his belt.

While laughing and chatting, he took off his trousers and raised his head to ask, "Harry, do you admit it?"

"Didn't I admit it long ago?" Harry sighed.

He couldn't help looking at Pooh's white underwear... He couldn't help but whistled erratically, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "I remember you told me... ck's is comfortable to wear, So, you buy a dozen."

Pooh blinked, and the big brown eyes under the long eyelashes were full of smiles.

He also tossed the trousers he had taken off, and joked leisurely, "If you want to wear them, I can borrow them from you."

Harry looked at him, almost speechless.

The sound of violent heartbeats and the tacit understanding of each other's eyes flowed quietly in the air...

In less than ten seconds, Pooh has already taken off his underwear neatly.

Then, he kicked his underwear aside, and asked with a mischievous smile, "What are you going to do? Wait, don't talk! This time, I only plan to give you two choices!"

"Two choices, so many? You can talk about it first." Harry's voice became hoarse unconsciously.

His eyes were fixed on Pooh, and he moved his legs unnaturally to conceal some physical reaction.

Pooh blushed a little too, but he didn't show any signs of stage fright.

He didn't answer Harry immediately, but he lowered his head and picked up his pants, took out the box of Durex that George's father had donated from his trouser pocket, and began to unpack it slowly in front of Harry.

Then, staring at Harry with big smiling eyes, he threw away the carton and tore open the plastic wrapping bag with his teeth.

"What are the two options? Say it quickly."

Harry couldn't help being teased by him a little bit, and couldn't help asking eagerly.

Only then did Pooh raise his eyebrows with a half-smile, and said slowly, "First choice, you come to me first, and then, finish your work."

Harry narrowed his eyes, staring straight at him and asked, "What about the second option?"

"The second option, you fuck me and don't work today."

Pooh smiled and asked, "Now, which one do you want to choose?"

The air seemed to stop flowing, and there was silence for less than a minute...

"You asked me to give you 10 minutes?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Pooh was startled: "Yeah, that's right."

"Twenty minutes is not enough, I will give you twenty hours."