Zhu Mu Lang Ma

Fu Yijie drank a little too much, lay on the tatami mat tossing and turning, and kept saying that he needed to take a bath.

Fu Kun was quite helpless, and reached out to touch his clothes. Fu Yijie immediately shrank into a ball, unable to stop laughing.

"Be careful," Fu Kun sighed. Fu Yijie's back was covered with fine sweat. This kid loves to be clean. It's really hard to make him sleep with this sweat, "Why don't you bear it, You just had a fever."

"I want to take a shower." Fu Yijie was still laughing while hugging the quilt.

"Hey." Fu Kun stood up and left the bedroom.

Mom and Dad have all gone back to the house, talking quietly in the house.

Fu Kun went into the bathroom, turned up the water temperature, closed the windows that were open for ventilation during the day, and went back into the room.

Fu Yijie changed his position again on the tatami, knelt down on the pillow, pouted his buttocks and sang softly. When he heard him come in, he said again: "Take a bath."

"Wash!" Fu Kun kicked his ass, "Get up, go wash."

"En." Fu Yijie stood up slowly, leaned against the wall dangling, then walked over to open his luggage, took out a pair of underwear and shook them in his hand.

"Let's go, go wash." Fu Kun pushed him to the bathroom.

Before reaching the bathroom, Fu Yijie began to take off his clothes, top, pants, and when he entered the bathroom, only a pair of underwear remained.

Fu Kun saw that he stood firmly against the wall, unscrewed the hot water and poured it on him, then turned around and went out to pick up the clothes and trousers he had thrown all the way and threw them into the washing machine.

Fu Yijie glanced back. When Fu Kun walked back to the bathroom, he turned his head and continued to flush with his head lowered. He took off his underwear and threw them on the ground.

Fu Kun went over to pick up his underwear and splashed water all over his body: "You can just wash it up..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yijie had already picked up the bath liquid bottle and pressed it on himself a few times.

"Why are you so annoying when you're drunk?" Fu Kun threw his underwear into the washing machine, took off his shirt, and went back to the bathroom, "Don't move around, I'll come, I'll drop it later."

Fu Yijie stopped wiping his hands carelessly on his back, and supported the wall without moving.

Fu Kun went over to turn off the water, and wiped the bath lotion on his back.

He stopped after just two wipes.

Fu Yijie's back is very beautiful. Several years of Taekwondo and various exercises have made the muscles on his back clear, firm and elastic, plus the feeling of tension when his arms are propped against the wall. Fu Kun's palm is on his back When sliding, a little inexplicable heartbeat.

He slid his hand down, avoiding Fu Yijie's back.

But Fu Yijie's waist and... buttocks didn't seem to be able to free him from this embarrassing emotion.

Fu Kun usually seldom pays attention to Fu Yijie's body, even if Fu Yijie makes excessive moves every time, he will react and feel comfortable and excited.

Although I was not drunk today, I drank more than half a catty anyway, probably because I was a little sensitive.

Fu Kun looked away from Fu Yijie's buttocks, and moved his hands away, grabbed the bath liquid bottle and pressed it.

Fu Yijie looked back at him, probably feeling that his back had been wiped off, so he turned around and leaned against the wall.

Fu Kun really didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, his heart was a little flustered, and he kept pressing the bath liquid bottle.

"You can just pour this bottle on me." Fu Yijie slapped his hand.

Only then did Fu Kun notice that the bath liquid he pressed on his hand had already started to drip down, he quickly threw the bottle back on the shelf, and the large handful of bath liquid in his hand covered Fu Yijie's chest: "You Don't talk nonsense, just stand there."

"Oh." Fu Yijie replied, probably still a little dizzy, he leaned back and leaned his head against the wall.

Fu Kun's hand was still on his chest, Fu Yijie tilted his head back, from the neck to the shoulder, the beautiful arc drawn made Fu Kun stunned, and quickly drew a picture of Fu Yijie's classmate in his mind Flushing figure standing under a waterfall.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Fu Kun rubbed his head on Fu Yijie's chest and stomach vigorously a few times.

"Hey," Fu Yijie laughed suddenly, quickly covering his stomach with his arms, "itch."

"Then yourself," Fu Kun quickly withdrew his hand, and supported his arm, "Hurry up, don't catch a cold."

Fu Yijie rubbed his hands on his body while laughing.

When his hands habitually slipped under his body, Fu Kun suddenly felt a fever, his heart beat into his throat, and his head was a little dizzy from the shock.

"Okay, let's flush the water." Fu Kun pulled Fu Yijie's hand away, and turned on the hot water switch.

It was twisted a little fiercely, and the water sprayed out all at once, sprinkling Fu Kun's face and body, and a large area of ​​his pants were wet.

He looked down, and saw the wet pants sticking to his body, and a certain part that was a little restless actually appeared.

"Punch your back first!" Fu Kun raised his head, and found that Fu Yijie was looking down with a somewhat blurred gaze. He quickly pulled Fu Yijie's arm and slapped Fu Yijie's palm against the wall.

"Ah." He slapped Fu Yijie's face against the wall and let out a soft cry.

"Knocked?" Fu Kun rubbed his face and looked.

"No."

"Then...that's good," Fu Kun pulled the towel, rubbed it on Fu Yijie's back a few times, then stuffed the towel into Fu Yijie's hand, "Rub it yourself."

"It's too rough," Fu Yijie slurred his face against the wall, "It's the same as feeding me milk powder when you were a child."

"Dried milk powder is so delicious." Fu Kun smiled and pulled his pants secretly.

After washing and drying, Fu Yijie changed into his clothes. He seemed to be a little more awake. When he returned to the bedroom, he didn't let Fu Kun support him. He walked back steadily, lying on the tatami mat and holding the quilt comfortably.

Fu Kun let out a long sigh of relief while supporting the door frame. His body was sweating and his pants were still dripping. Looking at Fu Yijie's bare back and long stretched legs, he regained his energy.

In other words, the energy never went on.

"Cover it up." He stretched out his feet and hooked the quilt to Fu Yijie's body.

Fu Yijie grabbed the corner of the quilt with his backhand and pulled it twice, covered it roughly, and then stopped moving.

Fu Kun didn't even bother to go over to make the quilt for him, so he took his change of clothes and went into the bathroom as if fleeing for his life.

The hot steam in the bathroom has not dissipated, and it is white.

Fu Kun closed the door, sat on the toilet lid, and didn't move for a long time.

After a while, he stood up and took off his clothes. When he looked down at himself, he remembered the situation when he was standing here face to face with Fu Yijie.

The feeling when he stroked Fu Yijie's body was still clearly in his palm.

He subconsciously put his palm on his lower abdomen, uncontrollably flashing through Fu Yijie's naked body repeatedly in his mind, those beautiful muscle lines, smooth skin covered with drops of water...

"Fuck," he gritted his teeth and slapped the wall, "Fuck!"

After two times of fucking, he fell silent again, the desire in his heart was crawling slowly in his body, leaving strings of thin electric currents wherever he went, making his breathing more and more rapid in the bathroom surrounded by fog .

I drank too much.

Fu Kun sat back on the toilet seat, leaned on and closed his eyes, and he didn't have any ideological struggle when he stretched his hands down.

Fu Kun took a longer bath today than usual, Fu Yijie didn't try to guess why Fu Kun stayed in the bathroom for so long, he quietly lay on the tatami with the quilt in his arms.

No drowsiness.

The alcohol didn't last as long as I imagined.

He was almost awake when Fu Kun applied the body wash to him. In fact, although he was top-heavy and unsteady one night, he still knew in his heart that he probably didn't drink to the point where he was in a mess.

Although a little dizzy, he could still see Fu Kun's reaction quite clearly.

But so what?

What should have been ecstatic, now made him feel nothing but depression.

Fu Kun must be aware of Fu Kun himself, and his response is his attitude.

Fu Yijie turned over, and heard Fu Kun coming out of the bathroom, and footsteps coming towards the bedroom.

He quickly closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.

Fu Kun entered the room, walked to the side of the tatami and stood there for a while, bending over to pull the quilt he kicked up, Fu Yijie felt that he took the pillow away, and then walked out of the bedroom.

After hearing the sound of Fu Kun closing the door, Fu Yijie opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

For a long time, he has always been immersed in his own sexuality and feelings, suppressing these secrets makes him very tired, Fu Kun is the first person he likes, even before he knows his own sexuality, he has already liked it, and it is also the only one.

He has no experience, he doesn't know how to control his emotions.

There are many things that bind him, and the emotions that are getting stronger and stronger day by day are rushing wildly, but they still can't find the exit.

Under Fu Kun's almost completely straightforward attitude, these collisions and struggles only made him feel more and more suffocated.

He had thought of being desperate, he couldn't say no to Fu Kun, yes, I'm sorry, he had thought of going all out, but...

Even if he could already feel Fu Kun's struggle, so what?

Fu Kun's sorry, repeated sorry and his tears are the answer.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

When he woke up the next day, the small alarm clock thrown by his pillow showed that it was already 11:[-] noon. Fu Yijie felt his head was a little swollen, but he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Fu Kun's pillow had already been put back, Fu Yijie patted the pillow lightly, and sat up.

There was a sound of chairs being dragged in the living room. It was probably his mother. Fu Yijie got up, put on his clothes and went out, and saw his mother setting up tables and chairs.

"Are you up? Have a headache? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mom saw him coming out, and immediately came over and touched his face.

"No, it's okay, it's not uncomfortable anymore," Fu Yijie lazily moved his tired body, and hugged his mother, "My dad went to work?"

"Well, I have work this morning, and I can come back to eat in the afternoon," my mother smiled and patted him, "But we will have lunch at noon, and your brother is going to Chase... By the way, he asked you to get up and call him."

"Oh," Fu Yijie immediately turned around and walked to the phone. When he heard his mother say that Fu Kun was not at home, he was disappointed for a while, but when he heard the last sentence, he immediately felt a lot better. "I'm calling him now."

The phone only rang twice, and Fu Kun answered it.

"Brother," when he heard Fu Kun's familiar voice, Fu Yijie fell on the sofa next to him, huddled up, holding the phone, "I'm up."

"Do you have a headache?" Fu Kun asked, there was probably someone picking out clothes by his side, and there were many voices talking.

"No, it's a little bit higher, but it's not uncomfortable," Fu Yijie looked at the time, "Have you eaten yet? Mom is cooking, I... Shall I send it to you?"

He was very careful when he said this, and he was ready for Fu Kun to reject him, but Fu Kun replied without thinking: "Okay, don't bring too much, you can't finish it."

"I can't finish it, I'll eat it." Fu Yijie smiled, his mood suddenly brightened, and his head that was a bit heavy was immediately refreshed.

Fu Kun originally didn't want to come to Chase today, but the goods that Cheng Qingqing helped bring arrived in the morning, and Lin Yuanyuan called him several times to ask him what to do, so he had no choice but to run over.

After tidying up the goods, he sat on the chair in a daze.

His new booth was diagonally opposite his original booth, not too far away, and he could see Lin Yuanyuan busy greeting people looking at clothes.

He hasn't had a good rest this time, and now he feels tired just sitting here, and he only fell asleep for a while last night, the wall clock in the living room would beep every hour, and he thought of removing the battery a few times up.

There were a lot of things happened yesterday, Fu Kun felt that all the things that he deliberately didn't think about or pay attention to all erupted at once. He was like a ball that was constantly inflated, and after being pierced, it softened into pieces.

Exhausted, he looked down at his shoes. He knew that he shouldn't have masturbated again in the bathroom yesterday. When he woke up in the morning, he felt as if he had ordered ten girls to fuck all night. Fluttered.

Someone stopped in front of his booth, and he didn't even have the mood to raise his head, he just moved his eyes from his shoes to that person's shoes.

The shoes are a pair of running shoes. It can be seen at a glance that they are not more than 50 yuan, and the style is also very ordinary. Fu Kun himself has never bought such shoes.

"You can fall asleep while sitting?" the man said.

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw Fu Yijie who was carrying an insulated lunch box.

"Damn," Fu Kun couldn't help pointing at his shoes, "Did you buy these shoes yourself?"

"Well, I bought them for playing ball." Fu Yijie didn't expect his first sentence to be this, so he looked down at his shoes, "I bought them at the night market in front of our school, 30 yuan..."

"It's so ugly. I've been helping you with clothes for so many years. Haven't you learned anything?" Fu Kun took the lunch box in his hand, "Besides, can you wear 30 yuan shoes? You are not afraid of playing halfway. The soles of my shoes flew out and made a three-pointer."

"It's very comfortable," Fu Yijie jumped twice, "I just want to save some money."

"Don't worry about it, why do you have the same idea with your parents, I work hard here to earn money for your use," Fu Kun opened the lunch box, "I'm still earning ass if I save all the money."

"Mom said you're saving money to buy a shop." Fu Yijie pulled a chair and sat next to him.

"Are you stupid? It's not bad for you to save this little. How much can you save by buying a hundred pairs of thirty-something shoes?" Fu Kun pawed at the rice, "Don't go home for a while, wait until I leave early in the afternoon, and I'll give you Buy a pair of shoes, and find a shop to repair your hair, such a beautiful face..."

Fu Kun stopped in the middle of speaking, and continued after a while: "It's all ruined by this break."

"Oh." Fu Yijie took the lid of the lunch box, turned it over and took a picture of the stainless steel side facing him. He didn't care much about his image, and he didn't see how ugly the hairstyle was.

"Brother Fu, is this your brother?" A girl ran over and asked with a smile.

"Well, my brother, Fu Yijie," Fu Kun raised his chin at the girl, and glanced at Fu Yijie, "Lin Yuanyuan, I told you to ask for help."

Fu Yijie nodded at Lin Yuanyuan with no expression on his face. When he just sat down, he saw the girl looking over at the booth diagonally opposite.

Thinking of the text messages Lin Yuanyuan sent to Fu Kun, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Your brother said that you are studying at a medical university," Lin Yuanyuan gave him a thumbs up, "It's amazing."

"You're fooling around." Fu Yijie smiled.

"That's better than us..."

Fu Kun interrupted her, pointed to the opposite side with chopsticks: "Someone is here."

"Then I'll go there first." Lin Yuanyuan seemed a little reluctant to walk away, looking at Fu Kun, "Today's dishes are really delicious, give me some more in a while, I'm not full just now."

After Fu Yijie watched Lin Yuanyuan run back to the stall over there, he turned to look at Fu Kun: "You should be quite hungry today, right?"

"Yes," Fu Kun lowered his head and picked at the food in the lunch box, "I'm very hungry, there's not enough to eat."

When Lin Yuanyuan came back, Fu Kun had already stuffed a box of meals into his stomach, and when he took Fu Yijie to buy shoes at four o'clock in the afternoon, his stomach was still uncomfortably full.

Fu Yijie felt uncomfortable buying the shoes, not because of the hundreds of dollars in price, but because until now he could only watch Fu Kun spend a lot of money on him.

Sitting on the chair in the barber shop, looking at Fu Kun who was leaning on the sofa behind and waiting for him, Fu Yijie squeezed his fingers fiercely, making up his mind.

"Should it be shorter here?" the barber asked, pointing to his forehead hair.

"I don't know," Fu Yijie replied through gritted teeth, "Ask the one behind."

The barber was taken aback by his tone, and stood still without daring to move.

"Ask my brother." Fu Yijie quickly changed his expression, smiled, turned his head and shouted at Fu Kun, "Fu Kun."

"Ah?" Fu Kun opened his eyes.

"Should it be shorter?" Fu Yijie pointed to his forehead.

"No," Fu Kun said with certainty, "That's it, just do whatever you want."

Although in Fu Kun's opinion, Fu Yijie's face looks good no matter what, but he prefers to see Fu Yijie with a little bangs, which is... very attractive.

It was already past six o'clock when Fu Yijie finished sorting out his hair, and when he was walking towards the car parked on the side of the road, Fu Kun's cell phone rang.

He took it out to have a look, it was an unfamiliar local number, and just after he answered it, a female voice came over: "Fu Xiaokun!"

"Chen Li?" Fu Kun was taken aback, "Are you back?"

"Well! I'm treating you to dinner. Is it too late to call?" Chen Li said with a smile over there.

When Fu Kun called Gou Sheng before, he asked about Chen Li's situation. Gou Sheng said that he couldn't contact Chen Li. He only knew that she had dropped out of school. Now Fu Kun suddenly received a call from her, which was quite unexpected: " Leftover also said that he has been unable to contact you."

"Let's meet and talk! Are you free?" Chen Li's voice sounded very energetic, and Fu Kun was even a little inexplicably happy by her.

"Yes...you wait." Fu Kun turned to look at Fu Yijie.

"Chen Li?" Fu Yijie asked.

"Well, you said invite me to dinner, will you go with me?"

Fu Yijie thought for a while: "I won't go, I'll go home and stay with mom, I just came back."

"Then I'll take you back."

"Don't," Fu Yijie took out his phone to check the time, it was too late to go to dinner after sending him home, "I'll just take the bus back."

"Take a taxi."

"Come on, let's take a taxi."

Chen Li made an appointment with Fu Kun at a newly opened conveyor belt sushi restaurant. When Fu Kun arrived, Chen Li had already arrived. She stood at the door and waved to him: "Boss Fu!"

"You went to Africa!" Fu Kun was stunned when he saw Chen Li, and almost didn't recognize her. Chen Li had lost weight and darkened a lot, but what Fu Kun felt changed was her whole person temperament, "It has to be in the area where there is a famine."

"It's not bad, you," Chen Li clicked her tongue, "I don't have a good word to say when we meet."

"Seeing that you're growing up, you're going to digress, I'm anxious." Fu Kun laughed.

The two of them entered the shop and sat down at the table. Fu Kun just took off his coat when Chen Li stared at his left wrist, smiled and yelled softly: "Yo!"

When Fu Kun was about to put his hand under the table, Chen Li had already reached out and hooked the bracelet on his wrist: "Don't hide, let me see which rival of mine made this up!"

Fu Kun didn't know how to respond when she said the word "rival in love", so he raised his hand to let Chen Li read the words on the bracelet.

"Fu Kun? Fu Yijie?" Chen Li let go of her hand and looked at him, "Is this done by you or by your brother?"

"My brother." Fu Kun randomly took a plate from the plate in front of him, without seeing what it was.

Chen Li still stared at him, took a plate and put it in front of her, and said after a while: "I said Fu Kun, the relationship between you two brothers is too good."