wipe the ice and fire

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice around the corner, coming from the empty room, and there was an echo.

Du Qingshao searched for the sound and quickly found the toilet, and the moment he entered the door, his eyes met Luo Ming's.He held his cell phone and looked at the door vigilantly. When he saw Du Qingshao, his pupils shrank, he subconsciously took half a step back, and quickly hung up the phone.

"Who are you calling?" He rushed forward and snatched the phone, "Which bastard said something to you to drive a wedge between you?"

The caller ID was a string of unfamiliar foreign languages, which he couldn't understand.

"Who is this calling? Is someone following you and threatening you!?"

"No." Luo Ming held his hand instead, trying to grab the phone back, "It's my brother's number."

Hearing this, Du Qingshao let go of his hand, and took another step closer, almost touching his face with the tip of his nose: "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"...I didn't hide." Luo Ming was made nervous by the sudden questioning, so he quickly spread it out and put it on his shoulders to change the subject, "Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

The two were so close that they could clearly hear each other's breathing.But he kept his head down all the time, his eyes were full of avoidance and nervousness, and Du Qingshao couldn't feel any warmth from the incomparably intimate movements.

The clothes fell on her body, but there was a sharp scratch in her heart.He was hiding from himself, and this feeling made all the ambiguity clouded.Du Qingshao sniffed unwillingly, smelling the faint scent of perfume on his body, he coughed uncomfortably.

"Are you okay?" Luo Ming helped his leaning body, retracted his five fingers the instant they touched his shoulder, and pressed his wrist against him, "You idiot, why do you want to do the Behrman turn? Your flexibility It's not good, don't you know how much it hurts your waist?"

"My waist is very good. It was because I injured my thigh ligament last year, and I have been recovering, so I can't deadlift." Du Qingshao gritted his teeth and raised his head, and delivered the words word by word to Luo Ming's ear, "But I did it today because I wanted to win. I did every move in this game with the belief that I would do it for the last time. I thought you could feel it, but you didn't cherish it."

"Or, do you think I don't have the strength to win the gold medal, and I don't even want to wait with me for the score?"

After asking this sentence, Du Qingshao's eyes were completely red, not because of the pity that he was only 0.3 points away from the gold medal, but because of the deep and powerless frustration.

Facts have proved that even if every movement is perfect within his ability, such a program still cannot win the gold medal, and there is still a gap of 12 points from the world record.

He really doesn't know how much he can improve in the future, or that he hurt his ankle in that training, and he will enter a more difficult struggle from then on.

"I didn't." Luo Ming couldn't hear his cry, his hand hanging in the air almost fell on his head, but finally stopped, and just said, "You will always be my unique student."

Obviously, this answer did not satisfy Du Qingshao.He looked up to find Luo Ming's gaze, and asked, "Am I just your student?"

He was confused by the question, and asked, "Otherwise?"

"..." Du Qingshao was dumb, lowered his body and rubbed against his shoulder, and whispered, "Let me rely on it first."

Although the voice is very soft, the imperative sentence is used.Luo Ming seemed to be overwhelmed by his domineering coquetry, and stood quietly where he was, acquiescing.

In fact, Du Qingshao couldn't hold on any longer, and put most of his weight on him, rubbing on his shoulders like a puppy.

"Your forehead is very hot." Luo Ming quickly noticed the strangeness, and finally put his arms around the back of his neck, feeling a rush of heat, "It's all burned up, why did the team doctor let you go to the game?!"

"Because I lied to them and did some tricks when taking the temperature." Du Qingshao closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder willfully, "You may wonder why I have a fever, because I experienced a very disgusting thing before the game. It's so disgusting that I even want to give up skating and go to the college entrance examination, and be an ordinary high school student."

"Although I haven't gone back to school for several years, it is still much easier to get into a good university at my level than to win a gold medal. This is why I always feel that I don't like figure skating enough." He continued, "But All this changed after I received your letter. It was the first time I heard someone connect figure skating performances with life. It was you who gave me the motivation to stand on the rink again. Confirm your safety, but I always feel that you will try all methods to watch my game..."

Having said that, he was suddenly silent for a while, replaced by the sound of blowing his nose softly.

Du Qingshao never told anyone that his father was an athlete and his mother owned a sports equipment company. It was his parents who used their connections and money to send him on his career path.Dad used to take him to watch various sports competitions, pointing to the rising national flag and the podium and telling him that you want to win the gold medal for the country and let our national anthem resound in the sky above the Winter Olympics venue .

Gold medals, countries, glory, this is such a passionate thing for a teenage boy.The words are still in my ears, but when he was selected for the national team and moved one step closer to his goal, what he got in return was the gradual alienation of his family.

First, he was busy with work under the pretext of throwing him to the coach, an old-fashioned old man who couldn’t get along with him in life except for skating; then he saw him less and less often every year, and even didn’t accompany him when he had the first operation .

Since then, he has lost the driving force behind skating — family.For a long time, he used training to paralyze himself. He practiced for six or seven hours a day, and fell asleep when he was exhausted. This way he could think a lot less.

Until Luo Ming, a "teacher" of similar age, appeared.At the beginning, he was not optimistic about this little golden retriever at all, thinking that he could neither skate nor be a teacher, but he gradually filled the gap in his life with his unique language art and dance talent.

Du Qingshao clearly remembered the ripples in his heart when he woke up after being seriously injured and unconscious and saw Luo Ming sitting on the bedside.

That was the warmth he had never obtained from his parents, a desire that had already surpassed family affection.It was at that moment that he realized that rebelliousness and strength were his disguise after all. He was just a little boy who wanted to be coaxed and loved by others. He wanted to have a place where he could be defenseless after leaving the ice rink full of glory. relieve all pressure.

The silence prolongs the time for minutes and seconds. After a while, he couldn't help but say: "Let me ask again, what am I yours?"

"Student." Luo Ming hardly hesitated.

"That's all?"

Luo Ming looked at his red eyes and hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Mmm..."

"Then you shouldn't have come here when I was injured!" Du Qingshao interrupted the conversation first, "If it was accidental that you choreographed for me, then our relationship can end here. But for a student who crossed oceans and Mountains and mountains, is it really necessary?"

"I'm just worried about you." His eyes flickered, and he wanted to step back involuntarily.

"No, that's not worrying, but irresponsible." Du Qingshao clasped his wrist, and corrected him righteously, "There are some things you want to do, but why do you only try to do them halfway and then shrink back? Shrinking the ground and giving up halfway? I worked so hard to return to the ice rink just to set an example for you, but you still can't show that courage. Teacher, you really failed my expectations of you."

He deliberately emphasized the title "teacher", which sounded extremely harsh.

Luo Ming opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

...Is he tempted by himself?

But he never expected that Du Qingshao would like him, he just wanted to use it to repay the once-familiar relationship, that's all.

Why did he suddenly become an irresponsible bastard who played with other people's feelings?

Sure enough, he really couldn't have a healthy relationship with anyone.

"You, you let me go first." His heart beat faster immediately, his breathing became disordered, and he begged him with a voice almost crying.

While observing his expression, Du Qingshao let go of his hand with a cold face.

But he just wanted to run away, find a place where no one was around to hide, and the moment he let go, he ran towards the door in a daze.Unexpectedly, Du Qingshao also took a few steps back, walked to the door first, and patted off his hand that was about to pull the door.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a "click", and all the lights in the room went out.Du Qingshao turned off all the lights in the bathroom, grabbed his suit and tie, supported the back of his neck with one hand, and pushed him directly to the wooden cubicle.

In the next second, warm lips fell on his lips.

The clothes on his shoulders fell to the ground, and Du Qingshao responded with a short and domineering kiss against the green light of the fire escape.

"What are you running for?" He lowered his voice and asked, "What are you running for?"

The darkness compressed the originally small space, leaving only a faint light at the exit.Before he could respond, Du Qingshao kissed again, manic and short breath intertwined with each other, adding a touch of dryness to the already greasy air.

Du Qingshao was not reconciled, not reconciled to missing the gold medal, and even more reconciled to continue to bury his emotions at this moment.

He likes Luo Ming and is willing to take care of his anxiety and phobia, and also longs to be taken care of.

Tongue licked the other's soft lips, wandering and breaking through between the teeth little by little, Du Qingshao closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed everything dominated by him, and his body also instinctively rubbed against him.

"Hmm..." Luo Ming seemed to be nailed to a wooden board, completely unable to move, but unable to enjoy this capricious and gentle kiss, and sensitively aware of the strangeness of the other's body.

——"The little face looks really iconic, as expected of something born by a cousin."

—— "Tie him up for me, and let me tell you how you were born back then."

……

"Let me go, let go!" The dark environment confused his cognition, and unprecedented fear surged in his heart.Luo Ming screamed and wanted to break free from his grasp, but the more he moved Du Qingshao became more resolute. He fixed his chin with two fingers and pulled his head back again and again.

"No! I beg you...don't come here!"

Luo Ming was almost screaming, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring everything in front of him.He just wanted to quickly escape from this quagmire where he couldn't see his fingers. He didn't know where the strength came from, so he grabbed the opponent's arm and twisted it hard.

"Fuck!" Du Qingshao yelled in pain, and finally let go of his hand.Luo Ming didn't have time to think about it, he stumbled and ran towards the door, leaving him staggering and sitting on the ground clutching the old injury on his shoulder.

And fucking kissed myself hard.