narrow red

Xiao Hao wheeled on the snow, keeping his eyes on Kuang Zheng who entered the house with Bao Chan in his arms. When the door closed, he withdrew his eyes and drove out. After driving seven or eight meters, he stepped on the brakes and slowly backed up.

He is about the same age as Baochan, and he is usually called Brother Bao. To be honest, Brother Bao treats him very well. He will ask him to come in when the weather is cold. Before he leaves, he will give him some snacks, such expensive fruits. There are only three or four in a box, and he also remembers to leave one for him, he is a heart-warming person.

Baochan and Kuangzheng lived together, and Xiaohao also suspected it, but they didn't have any intimate behaviors, and they seemed to be decent people, but just now, Xiaohao was more careful, if Baochan was sober, the two brothers It doesn't matter to him how he wants to play, but what if he doesn't?

Xiao Hao is the driver hired by Kuangzheng. He knows who the boss is, but he can't be ignorant of his conscience when making money, let alone someone who treats him well.He turned off the headlights, intending to wait outside, in case Baochan ran out in a while, and it was a cold day, he would be able to settle down, if nothing happened, it would be better, and he would go home and sleep before twelve o'clock.

Kuangzheng didn't know that his little driver was thinking so much outside, closed the door, turned on the lights at home, he put all his heart on Baochan, lifted his forehead hair, caressed his eyebrows, and his lips , looked and looked, lowered his head, only a few centimeters away, did not touch after all.

Just now in the car, I couldn't help myself, a few kisses were fine, but now that I got home, alcohol was the cause, and I could do anything, he told himself to restrain himself.

"Hmm..." Baochan waited for a long time, but nothing came. He used the alcohol to linger obsessively, and insisted on getting into his arms, "Brother, hug..."

"Isn't this hugging?" Kuangzheng pampered him like a plaster, and took off his coat, "I'm so grown up, and I'm still tired of crookedness."

"Hmm..." Baochan drank the wine and dared to say anything, "I want...brother..."

What he wanted, he didn't say clearly, and because he didn't say clearly, Kuangzheng's heart beat suddenly: "Come on, let go," he tugged at him anxiously, "Go wash and go to sleep."

"I don't..." Baochan confronted him, not going anywhere, just hugging him.

Kuangzheng seemed to be hiding a cat in his heart, he couldn't bear to touch the vase, he couldn't support the vase and approached him by himself, he couldn't tell whether it was a threat or a tease, he said half-truthfully: "If you don't obey me again, I'll kiss you."

Baochan immediately stopped moving, obediently leaning on his chest, as if she was afraid, but also as if she was waiting for him to kiss her. This kind of vague and vague ambiguity made her feel dizzy.

Love and desire were surging undercurrents, Kuang Zheng was scorched from head to toe, but he had to say against his will: "Be good, baby, go to bed."

He called him "baby", not Baoer, nor Baochan, who would be willing to let him go with such an intimate name, Baochan whimpered and clung to him even tighter.

Kuangzheng sighed, and leaned into his ear and said, "I'm kissing, are you really kissing?"

Baochan closed her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling, and her chin was raised slightly, as if expecting something.

"Silly boy," Kuang Zheng pinched his nose, and suddenly said, "I'm a beast." He was serious. Before he met Baochan, he was serious about the relationship between men and women, and some things that Baochan valued very much. A beast indeed.

"Are you ready to tame my beast?" he asked, half-jokingly, half-real.

Kuang Zheng would never say these words in normal times. He is drunk today, so it doesn't matter what he says, and he doesn't have to be responsible for what he says. Because of this, he chooses to say these words instead of doing other things.

He thinks that his love for Baochan is sincere and does not need and should not be stimulated by alcohol. The pleasure of indulgence after drinking is nothing. The unity of soul and body is a wonderful thing that will be filled with happiness in the past 30 or 50 years.

"Hey, go to sleep, okay?"

Slowly, Baozhan let go of him, with his head down, unable to see his expression, only a section of skin exposed from the neckline of his shirt, pink and white with delicate luster.

Kuangzheng carried him to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, washed his face and blew his nose like a child, then applied a hot towel to his face and rubbed it slowly.

On a quiet night, in a peaceful embrace, Kuangzheng couldn't help but say: "Brother likes you," through a wet towel, he pecked Baochan's mouth lightly, and it was fleeting, "Don't worry, let's take your time." Come."

Baochan moved in a daze, unable to tell whether it was a hand or a lip.

Kuang Zheng sent him back to the bedroom, watched him change his clothes, tucked him in the quilt, and led the door out. It was twelve o'clock, he turned off the light in the living room, and went upstairs to sleep.

Lying on the empty bed after taking a shower, he couldn't fall asleep. He thought over and over again about the little things he had with Baochan just now. The kid didn't know that he was playing with fire. All he wanted was a kiss, but he never thought that this kiss would be good for Kuangzheng. He said it was a lead, but he couldn't afford the things after the kiss.

Don't pick the fruit before it's ripe, Kuang Zheng thought, if you pick it, it will only taste sour.

At this moment, there were footsteps outside the door, he stood up, and saw a figure hugging a pillow in the dark at the door: "Brother," it was Baochan, he asked softly, "Can I sleep with you?"

Kuang Zheng stood there in a daze. In the middle of the night, when two people who liked each other slept together, it was easy for them to misfire.

"I..." Baochan said guiltily, "I was dreaming."

It had been less than an hour since he went to bed, how could he be dreaming, but Kuang Zheng didn't expose him, fearing that he would be cold, so he spread the quilt indulgently to him: "Come on."

Baochan walked in in the dark, put the pillow on the sofa under the window, and climbed onto the bed with his buttocks pouted. He insisted on lying in Kuangzheng's arms in such a big place. It was this gentle "beast". You," gave him courage.

Even after washing, the two still smell of alcohol, face to face, warm breath brushed each other's lips, Bao Chan was wearing an old shirt and big shorts, dishonest in Kuang Zheng's arms, moving this and that , lips seemed to rub against his chin, hinting or seducing, it made his heart itch.

"Don't make trouble, go to bed," Kuang Zheng pushed him away, "I have a meeting tomorrow."

Bao Chan hugged him tightly, it was soft and sweet like brown sugar, they hadn't slept in the same bed for a long time, Kuang Zheng didn't know where to put his hands, and there seemed to be ulterior motives.

"Brother..." Baochan called, only he knew in the dark night, his face flushed, "I'm drunk..."

He was drunk, as if he was making excuses for what he was going to do next, sure enough, Kuang Zheng's mouth felt hot, and he was touched softly, and then, there was something moist, just a little bit, probably the tip of his tongue.

Kuangzheng was completely numb from the scalp to the tailbone, and in desperation, he gave the boy a hard blow on the buttocks, so hard that Baochan snorted and dared not move.

"Sleep." Kuang Zheng's voice was cold, but with warmth in his hands, he pulled him into his arms and hugged him preciously on his chest.

Fortunately, there is alcohol, sleepiness is late, but it will always arrive. When I open my eyes again, it is already the next morning. Birds who are not afraid of the cold are shuttling through the forest, calling out to their partners who have survived the winter together.

In front of Kuangzheng was Baochan's protruding collarbone and loose shirt collar. He stared at the thin collar, knowing that he shouldn't. He picked up the cotton collar and peeked inside.

With just one glance, he felt bad, let go of Baochan and hurried to get out of bed, "Hmm..." Baochan woke up rubbing his eyes, buried his face where he had been lying, and rubbed against him, "Brother?"

Kuang was in the bathroom, the shower was on, he probably didn't listen, Baochan reluctantly got out of bed, walked two steps, his butt hurt a little, he rubbed it, grabbed the pillows on the sofa, and put them on Kuangzheng's bed.

Kuangzheng tidied up and went downstairs, the meal was already on the table, Baochan was busy in a small area of ​​the kitchen wearing an apron, when he heard his voice, he didn't look back, just poured out the little sesame seeds left at home and sprinkled them into his In porridge.

"Morning," Kuang Zheng sat down at the table, and when he came to eat together, Bao Chan's face was a little red, and he couldn't hide it, probably remembering how drunk he was when he was acting like a spoiled child yesterday, Kuang Zheng picked up the sesame porridge, intentionally Teased him, "What's wrong with our Baoer's face, come on, bro, take a look."

Baochan couldn't pass, and muttered with his mouth curled up: "I should starve you," he put the pickle dish on the table, "my butt still hurts now."

Kuang Zheng had his porridge in his mouth, and when he heard the words "butt hurts", he almost didn't spit out. He realized that he was hitting him yesterday, and the rascal said, "I can't do it, just touched the skin."

"Extremely strong," Bao Chan put on a serious look, and sat down, "It's all red."

"Have you seen it?" Kuangzheng smiled at him sternly, "Brother will show you later, just rub it when it turns red."

This was the first time he had joked about "looking at the butt" with Baozhan, but Baozhan seemed to be roasted by charcoal fire, and his whole face changed color from pink to deep red.

That blush made Kuangzheng's throat tighten again: "Bao'er, what, I said the wrong thing..."

With a sullen face, Bao Chan interrupted him: "Eat."

The meal was a bit embarrassing, he finished it hastily, Kuangzheng soaked the bowl in the sink, and went upstairs to change.Today he is wearing a dark blue woolen suit with platinum cufflinks and plain tie pins, his hair is loosely pulled up, he wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his woolen coat hangs stiffly below his knees, and he holds leather gloves in his hands. Wait for the treasure to bloom.

Bao Chan was also in a suit and coat, and when he closed the bedroom door and turned around, seeing Kuang Zheng's elegant and burly appearance, he suddenly felt ashamed, afraid that he was not good enough for him: "Brother, why don't you... help me dress up too?"

Kuangzheng looked at him up and down, he was already pretty enough, his beauty was not set off by a dress and a tie, but the straight frame, the heroic spirit of Ling Ran: "No," he said, "You can't dress up like that." It's so beautiful, so beautiful, I feel flustered even if I don't see you for a minute."

This was the first time that someone spoke love words to Baochan. He was surprised at first, then lowered his head shyly, gave Kuangzheng a light thump, and smiled with his lips pursed.