Na Chen's fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and when his hand slid down his waist and into his pants, An He held his hand. ﹏﹎＞>﹎Yawen Bar w=ww.
"Wait." An He could hear a slight gasp in his voice. "I have a lot to do today."
Na Chen's hand, which was being held down by him, did not move. His other hand reached down and gently grabbed through his pants: "Are you worried that I will take too long? Don't worry... I can skip the foreplay."
Na Chen's low voice was very sexy, sweeping from the ears into the body, bringing a slight itch.
"I want to say something else..." Angela pulled his hand away and leaned back with some effort, "Don't you want to give face to anyone when you are so excited?"
"Yeah." Na Chen smiled.
"How come you get strong so easily?" An He looked at him.
"Because of you," Na Chen lowered his head to his neck, his voice so low it sounded like a whisper, "When I saw you, I thought of you, I don't know why."
"Can you wait until I finish my work before you come to see me?" An He was a little helpless, "Your uncle An played a lot in the morning, and now he has to work..."
"Uncle," Nachen rubbed his nose gently on his neck, "Why can't you do it before 30? Can't you even do it twice a day?"
"Fuck," An He laughed, "I told you I won't fall for it, but Master An is just not good enough, so what?"
"You can't do it, but I can." There was a hint of coquettishness in Na Chen's voice.
"Little friend," An He sat up straight. He couldn't stand Na Chen's tone. He put one hand around Na Chen's waist and pushed the monitor and keyboard on the computer desk aside with the other hand. "If you really get me going, I may not be able to handle it."
"Uncle, please take care of me, please." Na Chen licked his collarbone.
An He didn't say anything. He suddenly put his arm around Na Chen's waist and stood up. Before Na Chen could react, he threw Na Chen hard on the table and grabbed his waistband.
"Little thing," An He put his hand on Na Chen's chest, "Uncle An will play with you."
Na Chen paused, then quickly put his arms around his neck, arched his body upwards, and moaned: "Okay..."
An He's fingers moved randomly, unbuttoning Na Chen's jeans and pulling them down to his thighs.
"Fuck," Na Chen was stunned, and looked down, "Uncle An, you are an old hand, it took me a long time to button this button, and it opened just by you rubbing it?"
"Nonsense," An He lifted one of his legs and pulled his pants down, "These are my pants."
Na Chen laughed for a long time, hooked his arm around An He's neck and whispered, "Take it off, I want to touch you."
"I'll help you." An He took off his shirt and pressed on Na Chen, kissing his earlobes and neck, and his hands slid down and rubbed gently.
Na Chen's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his panting became louder and louder, with a few moans. He hugged An He and tried to sit up.
An He knew what he wanted to do, and quickly held him down, pressed his hands to the top of his head, pulled the network cable next to him and wrapped it tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Little guy, how many times do you want to use the same trick?"
"Teacher An," Na Chen smiled and moved his hands, but failed to free himself from the tightly entangled network cable, "You want to fuck me?"
"What do you think?" An He pressed his hand and pulled down his underwear with his other hand. "Is there anything else to say after all this? Yawen 8w`w=w-.=ya="
"Do you have any lubricant? No one has ever touched me from behind. Do you want to hurt me to death?" Na Chen turned his head and licked his arm. "I have some in my bag."
An He didn't move. He knew that if he let go to take it, Chen would definitely not lie on the table and wait for him.
How can you find justice when you have to fight with wits and courage to make love
"No need," An He smiled, opened the drawer next to the computer desk, and took out a bottle of olive oil, "You are not allergic to olive oil, right?"
"Not allergic..." Na Chen looked at the olive oil in his hand, "Are you serious?"
"Either let me do it, or stay aside and watch me make the PPT," An He looked at him, and he could already sense the change in Na Chen in his heart, "Reject me before I get too excited."
"I..." Na Chen slowly lay down on the table, frowning a little bit, and after a long while he whispered, "You make the PPT."
An He smiled, put down the bottle of olive oil, untied the string wrapped around Na Chen's wrist, and sat back in his chair.
Na Chen jumped down from the table, put on his pants in silence, sat on the sofa beside him, hugged his knees and stopped talking.
An He didn't say anything else. He put on his clothes, tidied the table, stared at the screen and started working.
An He had been working on the computer for nearly an hour. Na Chen, who had been as quiet as if he didn't exist, finally called him, "An He."
"Hmm?" An He, who was flipping through a book, responded.
"Don't you want to be down there?" Na Chen looked at him and asked.
"Yeah." Anhe tapped the keyboard a few times.
"I also... Am I quite selfish?" Na Chen said with some difficulty.
An He dragged a picture with the mouse. After hearing this, he put down the mouse, leaned back in his chair, turned around and faced Na Chen. After a while, he said, "Everyone has things they don't want to do. It's not a matter of being selfish or not."
"Don't you want to?" Na Chen sighed softly.
"How should I put it?" An He lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair to think for a while. "I probably didn't think about it too much when it came to that moment."
"Why?" Na Chen stood up and walked to the table, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Why?" An He handed him the lighter.
"Why are you reluctant?" Na Chen lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes in the smoke. "Is it because of what we talked about last time?"
An He said nothing.
"My mother always said that I was pretty," Na Chen smiled, "When I was a child, I looked like a little girl, just like my mother."
An He saved the half-finished PPT and looked at Na Chen: "You are still very beautiful now."
"Really?" Na Chen curled his lips. "My dad has a friend who sometimes comes to my house to play with me and chat with me. I like to be with him and think he treats me better than my dad."
An He took a puff of cigarette, and he felt that he already knew what this story would be like.
"My dad never takes me out, so I wanted to go to the movies with him, but he said yes, but with a condition. He asked me to take off my clothes," Na Chen said with a click of his tongue, "I was quite young at the time, but not stupid. I was scared by him, so I ran away and told my dad. Guess what my dad said?"
An He flicked the ash from his cigarette: "It's your fault. You're beautiful, right? Yawen 8w·w=w·.="
Na Chen laughed and reached out to touch An He's face: "That's about it. That person later started a business with my dad and often came to my house."
"Your dad is amazing." An He said.
"One day," Na Chen suddenly leaned close to his ear and said with a smile, "He came into my room..."
An He glanced at him and felt a pang in his heart.
"I don't know what you wanted to do, I was awake," Na Chen raised his middle finger towards the window, "That was my first time beating someone up, in the first year of junior high school, it felt good."
"What happened next?" An He held his hand and squeezed it gently.
"There was no later. If I have to say something, I found that many people wanted to have sex with me later," Na Chen said with a smile, but his eyes were a little cold. "Is it my fault that I have a face that deserves to be fucked?"
An He was originally very sad, but after hearing this, he wanted to laugh a little: "You can't say that."
"You too."
"I treat everyone the same. It doesn't matter whether you have a face that asks for sex or not." An He looked at him sincerely.
Na Chen laughed for a long time, and finally squatted beside his chair: "I like to hear that."
An He also laughed and flicked his finger on his forehead: "Actually, you don't need to prove yourself in this way. You will know whether you need to be fucked or not after you practice in bed."
Na Chen leaned over the armrest and looked at him: "A political teacher should record you if he says something like this."
"To be honest, you just think too much. As I said before, don't use other people's mistakes to torture yourself." An He touched his head, "Classmate, I really have to start working."
"Okay," Nachen dragged a chair and sat next to him, "Would you feel uncomfortable if I kept watching you work like this?"
"No, you're welcome to watch." An He smiled, picked up the book at hand and flipped through it, regained his previous train of thought, and continued working.
Once Nachen remains quiet, he will be as quiet as if he does not exist.
An He sat in front of the computer for more than two hours, and looked back at Na Chen several times, thinking that he had walked away or fallen asleep.
But every time I can see those bright and sparkling eyes.
An He finally finished the PPT after three hours. This was the content for the first psychology class. He put much more energy into it than on the PPTs he usually used in class. When he finished it, he felt like an emperor who had finally granted amnesty to the world.
He stretched himself, leaned back in his chair and sighed: "Hey-"
"Are you done?" Na Chen scratched his palm.
"It's over. Let's see the effect in class next week and then make some changes." An He also scratched his palm, "I found that you are really quiet when you don't speak."
"Can you still be noisy when you're silent?" Na Chen smiled, "Hiccups and farts are accompanied by grinding of teeth."
"Can you please have some manners?" An He sighed.
"Teacher An," Nachen turned his chair around to face him, "take me out to play."
An He looked at the time. It was six o'clock. Normally, he would not think of going out after a busy day. Even when Lin Ruoxue and the others came to ask him out, he was too lazy to move.
But seeing Na Chen's expectant look, and considering that he was in a relationship with Na Chen, he nodded: "What to play?"
"Let's eat first, then go to the arcade, and then go to Yege," Nachen thought for a moment, "or go dancing, how about that?"
"Dancing?" An He was stunned. He basically switched from dancing to clubbing after graduating from college. He hasn't done such an active activity in several years.
"Are you going or not? But if you want to jump like you're dancing the yangge, let's just go to Yege." Na Chen smiled.
"I'm afraid you'll dance the yangge." An He smiled.
"No, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to control myself when you look at me." Na Chen snapped his fingers.
"Look at your fucking face?" Anhe leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
This might be a point that Nachen doesn't want to be touched upon, but when both of them are relaxed and say it in an obviously joking tone, the effect will be different.
But An He was just trying it out, and based on the fact that Na Chen didn't show any unhappy reaction when they were joking earlier, he felt that he had never cared so much about his students.
Na Chen smiled, stood up and took a step back, made a frame with his fingers, and looked at him from the frame: "You are almost the same. When I see you, I feel very comfortable to suppress you."
An He smiled, turned away quickly, and walked quickly to the bedroom: "I'll change my clothes and go out for dinner."
"Yeah." Na Chen lay down on the sofa.
An He entered the bedroom, opened the closet door and stared at the clothes in the closet for a long time before he raised his hand and rubbed his face.
It was also a joke, but Na Chen's unintentional joke made his mood suddenly drop.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, then grabbed a shirt and put it on, and then picked up a pair of casual pants and put them on.
When he walked out of the bedroom door, Na Chen was standing outside. When he saw him coming out, he put his arm around him and said, "Kiss me quickly so we can go."
When Na Chen put his arms around him, he also put his arms around Na Chen's waist. He didn't know why, but he liked being held like this by Na Chen, and he also liked being close to him like this, and would suddenly relax.
It's like the feeling of being surrounded by exhaustion and comfort at the same time when a person runs 10,000 meters and suddenly falls down on the grass.
He touched Na Chen's lips, then slowly pressed forward. The tip of Na Chen's tongue came up, passed between his lips, and entered his mouth.
According to Na Chen's plan, the two of them went straight to Zhoucheng to eat. Na Chen liked the pigeon porridge there and finished a whole bowl of porridge by himself, which surprised An He.
"It seems like you don't eat such a big amount when you eat. Is it because you didn't have the courage to eat as much as you can before?" He looked at the empty porridge bowl in front of Na Chen. Not only was the porridge bowl empty, but the snacks that came with the porridge were also gone.
"Porridge," Na Chen touched his stomach nonchalantly, hesitated for a moment and didn't finish the second half of the sentence, "I have no manners again."
"What do you want to say? I've finished eating anyway." An He smiled.
"Just like beer, just a matter of a few pees." Na Chen waved to the waiter to come over for the bill.
"Then you can have three cups of tea with this meal," An He pressed his hand and took out his wallet, "I'll pay."
"Let me do it. How can we let someone who only had one bite pay the bill?" Na Chen glanced at him.
"Is it ever going to end?" An He was a little helpless.
"Don't snatch the money from me, okay?" Na Chen quickly took the money and put it in the waiter's hand when the waiter came over.
After leaving Zhoucheng, the two got in the car and drove directly to the video game arcade. An He looked at Na Chen who was sitting in the passenger seat and said, "I have never asked you, do you have any income?"
"No," Nachen answered with his eyes closed, "What's wrong?"
"Where does your money come from?"
"You've known me for so long, but you only remembered to ask me now," Na Chen said with a sigh, "My mom has a card that my dad opened for her. The money for her treatment and my living expenses are all from it."
"Is it enough?" An He was a little worried. He could see that Na Chen was not a person who cared about money and seemed to have no idea about how to spend money.
"I don't know. There's also my dad's compensation." Na Chen turned his head and glanced at him. "Are you worried about me?"
"Yeah, a little bit." An He smiled. In fact, maybe his worries were unnecessary. Na Chen had been living alone like this for a long time.
"It's okay. My mother's card is enough for me to use until graduation. I won't touch my father's money." Na Chen stretched out his hand and knocked on the roof of the car.
An He was thinking about finding a topic to talk about other people. He felt helpless and exhausted because no matter whether the topic was serious or light-hearted, it would always end up making Na Chen's mood fall.
Sometimes he doesn't even bother to consider his own feelings.
Na Chen is different from him. He is used to hiding, while Na Chen is used to being unscrupulous.
Nachen's only advantage in this regard is probably that he can shift his attention quickly.
After entering the arcade, his previous depression disappeared, and the light in his eyes became different.
"We have a lot of time today," Na Chen waved his hand, "I want to play with them one by one."
"You take your time to line up first." An He patted his shoulder, walked to the counter, bought fifty coins based on Na Chen's level, and added another fifty after thinking about it.
"So many?" Na Chen was holding a box of coins.
"It depends on your level..." An He took a dozen coins from the box, "For me, these are enough."
"I'll just go to the coin pusher and kick it a few times," Na Chen looked inside and pointed at the basketball machine and shouted, "Let's play! Shoot! You're definitely going to lose this one."
An He walked over there and said, "Do you remember what you wore last time?"
"Last time?" Na Chen followed and thought for a moment, "Damn, you're a school basketball player, right?"
"Well, do you want to bet?" An He took off his coat, hung it on the shelf next to the basketball machine, and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"An He," Na Chen looked at him for a long time before saying, "You are so sexy."
"Can you stop interrupting? Did you just get out of jail? Are you holding it in so hard that you're about to ejaculate?" An He glanced at him.
"Bet," Na Chen also took off his coat and hung it on the rack, "I'm not good at playing basketball, but I can shoot the ball with my eyes closed and I'm three blocks ahead of you."
"What are you betting on?" An He took out the coins. He didn't play basketball machines very often, but he was quite confident in shooting. "Let's try something exciting. Uncle An needs motivation."
Na Chen picked up a ball and spun it gently. The ball began to spin steadily on his fingertips. He stared at the ball for a while and turned his head: "If you win, I will accompany you in bed no matter how you play."
The author has something to say: Is this a win or a loss? ⊙▽⊙
To be continued tomorrow.