Gluttony (28)
Song Shu was entangled and tormented. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. In the middle of the night, he suddenly threw off the quilt and stood up, mumbling: "Fuck... I'm really gay."
"I'm bent, haha, I'm actually just that bent."
Or to his own brother.
After saying that, he lay straight again. 555 was startled by him, and the tree branch picked up the peach wood sword: [No matter who you are, quickly leave our private body. ]
Song Shu closed his eyes, and soon he felt that the quilt was too hot. He kicked off the quilt and felt that it was too cold. Turning on the air conditioner made it even colder.
He couldn't sleep well no matter how he did it, so he opened his eyes, screamed and rolled around hugging the pillow.
He is bent on his brother!!
How can he sleep like this!!
As it was approaching three o'clock, Song Shu finally got up because he was thirsty.
There was a cup of water next to Song Shu's bedside table, but he couldn't sleep at night and drank it all.
Taking the ugly cup, Song Shu opened the door.
Their residence is in the best location in the villa area. The balcony overlooks the river, and the lighting and ventilation are excellent.
The vague moonlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Song Shu couldn't sleep all night and felt a splitting headache. He walked slowly towards the kitchen with a cup in his hand, and then saw Song Yinxing leaning against the water dispenser drinking water.
Coincidentally, Song Shu and Song Yinxing were wearing the same cartoon character home clothes and using the same cups, just in different colors.
The childish cartoon character softened the fierceness and murderousness on Song Yinxing. Song Shu was stunned for a moment, and Song Yinxing also saw him.
The kitchen was neither big nor small, and Song Shu's mind suddenly became much clearer.
Damn, his brother.
He hadn't sorted out his feelings yet, and how should he treat his brother when he suddenly became gay? Song Shu was flustered for a moment, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the usual "my brother and I are the best in the world" look.
"Can't sleep?"
Song Yinxing's attitude was much more natural, and Song Shu was no longer uncomfortable with him. He whispered, "Yeah, I can't sleep."
Song Yinxing glanced at him: "I drank."
Song Shu: “…”
Familiar venom.
Song Shu felt that he still needed to explain, and said dryly: "No, my mind is just a mess."
Song Yinxing made way for him to get some water and said calmly, "What are you thinking about?"
If it were in the past, Song Shu would have told him about his troubles, but now he had a guilty conscience and could not say those words at all. Even lying was difficult for him.
Song Shu placed the cup under the water dispenser, and the sound of water dripping could be heard. He couldn't think of how to answer Song Yinxing, so he had to change the subject: "Brother, why haven't you slept yet?"
Song Yinxing looked at him: "Just like you, thinking too much and can't sleep."
Song Shu was drinking water and almost choked when he heard this. He coughed twice and replied dryly, "Is that so?"
Song Yinxing patted him on the back and said helplessly: "Song Shu, your thoughts are written on your face."
What idea? What chicken chop? How could it be so obvious? He didn't have it! Song Shu coughed loudly again, his face flushed.
Song Yinxing lifted his chin and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then he looked at his expression and said, "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"
Song Yinxing had done this to him before, and Song Shu didn't think it was a big deal. But now that he was bent, he felt something was wrong. Blushing, he struggled with Song Yinxing's fingers and said vaguely, "It's nothing, I just sleep too much."
Song Yinxing didn't ask any more questions and took a sip of water: "Well, you should go to bed early. It would be best if you don't go out fooling around tomorrow."
Song Shu felt his mouth was very dry. He quickly drank the water in the cup and licked his lips again: "Brother, what is the susceptible period like? Aren't you uncomfortable?"
Song Shu said this purely to make conversation. He didn't expect to meet Song Yinxing in the kitchen. He had just become gay and hadn't prepared himself mentally when he met someone who turned him into a gay. He felt complicated and didn't want to be too embarrassed, so he had to find a topic to talk about.
Song Yinxing: "...Are you curious about this?" Song Shu talked about this topic several times today.
Song Yinxing stood up slightly and leaned towards Song Senwan to straighten his back. Song Shu couldn't help but straighten his back when he looked at him.
Song Shu thought: "No, I saw they all said they were very uncomfortable, it would be better to find someone to spend time with."
"No, the inhibitor is enough."
"If you're really curious, I'll send you a popular science article when I get back."
Song Yinxing smiled and said, "Of course, you have to answer the questions."
Song Yinxing didn't seem to like him asking about the susceptible period so often. Song Shu touched his earrings, not knowing how to respond, but it would be a bit strange if he didn't respond, so he continued stiffly: "I checked before going to bed, and someone said it would be uncomfortable, I..."
Song Yinxing put the cup heavily on the table and interrupted him: "Song Shu, the glands are very sensitive areas of Alpha, and the same is true during the susceptible period. Alphas in the susceptible period are infinitely close to animals, and their lust and emotions are raised to a terrifying threshold, and they have no rationality at all."
"Asking a susceptible Alpha like this is already a verbal hint to him. If he is interested in you, you will be forcibly dragged into the room immediately. Do you understand?"
Song Yinxing gave the popular science lecture in a cold voice, which also contained a warning.
It was for his own good, but Song Shu was a little discouraged: "I'm just worried that you'll feel bad, and I don't know what to say to you, so I want to find something to talk about with you."
It was a complete failure, and to say that makes him sound like a pervert.
Song Yinxing clenched the water cup in his hand as he never thought Song Shu's answer would be this.
After turning gay, he feels so uncomfortable getting along with his brother. Is this how it will be for the rest of his life?
The conversation was really terrible, as if things had been messed up again. Song Shu was still a little depressed. He drank the last sip of water, put the cup back in the cabinet, and lowered his head: "Then I'll go back to sleep. Good night, brother."
Until he walked out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, Song Shu didn't look at Song Yinxing again. He kept his head down the whole time, like a withered flower.
Song Yinxing picked up the cup again, and after pouring the water, he didn't want to drink it anymore. He took out a cigarette and went to the balcony. He returned to the room when it was almost dawn.
Song Shu returned to his room and rolled up the quilt again. Somehow, he fell asleep quickly and dreamed about the past.
Before his parents died, they would make birthday cakes for him every year. After they passed away, Song Yinxing became the one who made birthday cakes for him.
In fact, it is not a tradition that must be continued, but Song Yinxing still makes it for him every year. In return, Song Shu gives the first piece of cake to Song Yinxing every year.
"My mom told me that the first piece of cake should be given to the person you love the most. Bro, this is for you!"
The memory after that was vague. In his dream, Song Shu was still thinking, his birthday was on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Is there a festival called Chinese Valentine's Day in the universe?
Still didn't sleep well.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Shu swam out of the room like a ghost, saw Song Yinxing handling official business in the living room, and swam back like a ghost, muttering to himself: "Why haven't you woken up from the dream yet?"
Song Yinxing: "Stop."
Song Shu seemed to be nailed to the spot, and suddenly he regained consciousness: "Brother, haha, why are you still here?"
Normally, I should go out to work at around seven o'clock.
Song Yinxing closed the computer and said, "Go brush your teeth. I have something to tell you."
"I'll be home today, you don't have to feel so uncomfortable."
Song Shu: “…” You said that, which made me even more uncomfortable.
Song Shu had been frightened to the point of losing all his sleepiness, but his mind was still in a mess, switching back and forth between uncomfortable and super uncomfortable, his mind full of the fact that he was gay to his brother.
After brushing his teeth, Song Shu sat opposite Song Yinxing and finished the breakfast that Song Yinxing handed to him.
Moving from the dining table to the sofa, the distance between Song Yinxing and Song Shu was just enough for one person to fit in.
Because he had something on his mind, Song Shu couldn't help but ask first: "Brother, what do you want to say?"
After saying this, he didn't know what else to say, and he didn't dare to look at Song Yinxing, so he had to lower his head to look at his knees.
Song Yinxing didn't waste any words: "I didn't sleep all night last night."
Song Shu raised his head suddenly and frowned: "Then go to bed..."
Song Yinxing paused and said, "I was thinking, I don't think I taught you how to deal with the boundary between dependence and liking."
He and Song Shu are too close. He participated in Song Shu's growth and taught Song Shu all kinds of common sense. He has seen every aspect of Song Shu.
After living together for a long time, their eyebrows and eyes will develop a vague resemblance. Except for the lack of blood and legal relationship, they are like real brothers, with traces of each other everywhere around them. There is no one in the world who is closer than them.
Song Yinxing restrained his emotions. He was too indulgent towards Song Shu and knew her too well. Song Shu's depressed tone last night made him think about it all night.
Song Shu might like him, but that liking is also mixed with the dependence from daily interactions. Family affection, friendship, dependence, and a momentary heartbeat, mixed together, it is hard to tell them apart.
He is the elder brother and should teach Song Shu this. Although he likes Song Shu, he does not want to drag Song Shu into the quagmire with him.
Song Yinxing was wearing glasses, and his eyes and brows looked a little tired behind the lenses.
“But it doesn’t need to be that complicated to tell the difference.”
Song Shu looked up blankly, his sleep-deprived brain a little dull: "What?"
Song Yinxing turned his body to the side, and his hot palm fell on Song Shu's face, leaving a very light kiss on the cheek.
"Brothers can kiss, like last night,"
The force of pressing on the cheek became a little heavier. "This is a kiss between family members. It's about dependence and intimacy. It has nothing to do with whether you are gay or not."
Song Yinxing stepped back a little, his voice a little hoarse: "Song Shu, there's no need to worry about it. You don't have any feelings for me. You can't sleep because of worrying about whether you are gay or not, it's really..."
Song Yinxing didn't finish his words and turned on the computer again: "I will be at home today and I won't take any inhibitors. If you want to see what A looks like during the susceptible period, don't go out and fool around at night."
From the moment Song Yinxing started talking, Song Shu's brain started to rust and rustle like a scrapped part. After a while, he looked at Song Yinxing and stammered, "But brother, I will react. Yesterday I..."
Song Yinxing didn't look up: "With such a big movement, anyone with normal physiology would have a reaction."
Song Shu wanted to say: "But this is not quite the same."
"What's the difference?"
"I...I can't describe that feeling," Song Shu held back, a little unconvinced: "Brother, why don't you believe that I'm gay?"
555: [.]
I'm not convinced.
Song Yinxing: "...I don't disbelieve it."
Song Shu whispered, "You just don't believe it."
Song Yinxing snapped the lid off the computer and said, "Can you accept a deeper touch?"
Song Shu instantly became timid at the extremely aggressive gaze: "I... I haven't tried it."
The world was spinning and Song Shu was pressed down on the sofa.
Song Yinxing looked down at him and said, "Bent? Then try it."
"If you don't want to think about it anymore and feel sick, just stop it."
"The safe word is brother."
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