Although he said he was not in a hurry, Fang Hao still drove under the upper limit of the express lane. It was only a forty-minute drive to Shuangjing at midnight. He initially played an audiobook, but halfway through, he realized that he wasn't paying attention, so he simply turned it off.
He recalled that when he was first transferred to Daxing, he moved to a place next to the airport, which was far away from the city and was inconvenient for dates and gatherings. At that time, he once mentioned a theory to his friends, which was laughed at by them as the "one-hour drive" theory, which means that only those who are willing to drive an hour into the city to find him really like him. When Gu Chun asked him to meet him for a second time, he was troubled by going into the city. In the end, Gu Chun was willing to drive out of the city to find him, and the two of them met. Now, he reflected on his current situation. He had taken a shower and brushed his teeth at twelve o'clock and was about to lie in bed. He was woken up by a phone call from Chen Jiayu, and now he was running around at night, driving towards the city under the stars and the moon. Moreover, he mentioned all these things without being asked by the other party. It's because I care about it, it's because I care about it, and it's because I really like it. He admired Chen Jiayu when he was strong, and felt sorry for him when he was weak. This man was really seven inches taller than him.
As soon as Fang Hao walked into his house, his first reaction was that it was cold, cold and empty, perhaps even colder because of the emptiness. Heating has been on in Beijing for a long time, but the temperature in his house is still freezing.
Chen Jiayu greeted him and turned on the lights in the living room first - he was not afraid of the cold, so he wore a T-shirt, a zipper hoodie, and sports casual pants underneath. He looked like he had just taken a shower, and his hair was Lying down docilely, it was different from his usual neat appearance.
Fang Hao shrank his neck, and Chen Jiayu asked him, "Is it cold?"
"Your house doesn't have heating?" Fang Hao asked him. He was in a hurry when he came, and he only had a thin T-shirt under his down jacket. He could neither put it on nor take it off.
After hearing what he said, Chen Jiayu walked to the side to check. After checking for a long time, he said: "The pipe is hot. If you are cold, let's turn on the air conditioner." But after two weeks of heating, he didn't feel the level of heating in the living room. Has it been cold? Fang Hao also felt strange.
When he went to check, Fang Hao looked around at Chen Jiayu's living room. It was really different from what he expected - Chen Jiayu's home was clean, but it was too empty. It was as empty as a model house and there were no people at all. There is no taste at all.
"How long have you moved here?" he asked Chen Jiayu.
As if she could tell there was something in his words, Chen Jiayu explained: "It's been more than a year. My house is quite empty, it's not interesting, and I didn't let you come before."
Fang Hao thought of something and asked him: "So you live next to the airport?"
"There is a suite, and I rented it out. There... there are a lot of things in the basement. They have not been sorted out after moving." Chen Jiayu said. He does have some photos, medals, etc., which are displayed in Chen Zheng and Cao Hui's house. In a sense, this was quite ironic, because he had not figured out whether those things were important to him or to Chen Zheng for the first thirty years of his life. Later, he moved out of his apartment next to the airport. When he was moving, Chen Zheng saw that he wanted to place two medals in his living room. At that time, Chen Jiayu figured it out and said to him - Dad, take them both. .
Thinking of this, Chen Jiayu was a little annoyed, so he controlled it, pushed open the bedroom door and said to Fang Hao: "It's cold in the living room, why don't you go to the bedroom? I'll get a blanket."
They chose a comedy spy film, and by chance, there was a very cool private plane shootout scene in the film. Fang Hao didn't know the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he watched it with gusto, and asked Chen Jiayu: "What is this?" I’ve never seen an airplane, I’ve never pointed it out.”
When Chen Jiayu saw him asking, he became serious. He rewinded the screen a few frames to look at the instruments, and then said, "It's a Piper, it looks a bit like a Saratoga. The plane that JFK Jr. flew was the one that crashed." If it were a civilian airliner, he would take it. He can feel it even if he touches it with his eyes closed in the driver's seat. After flying for so many years, it has become a muscle memory. No matter what model of Boeing or Airbus, he can recognize it as long as he has a license. However, looking at the private aviation field, there are even more aircraft manufacturers and models.
Fang Hao also thought of the same question and asked him: "Do you have a private pilot license?"
Chen Jiayu recalled it and said: "I have a PPL and can fly two Cessna models. I must have taken the test when I was studying abroad, but I think I need to sign it again, once every two years. I can look for it. .”
As he spoke, he stood up to turn over his license, as if a good student was about to turn over his transcript. Fang Hao was amused by him and hugged his waist to stop him: "Come on, I believe you. I'm just asking."
"Do you want to take the private license test?" Chen Jiayu followed him and asked. At his house that day, Fang Hao went out for a run. He saw some theoretical books on his bookshelf.
Unexpectedly, Fang Haozhen nodded: "I have thought about it."
Chen Jiayu sighed and said, "But you know this domestic airspace better than I do." The domestic airspace for general aviation is completely under the jurisdiction of the Air Force. In addition, there is a lack of small airports for general aviation aircraft. Learn to fly private jets in China and take private exams. It is basically impossible to get a pilot license.
Fang Hao said: "It's too troublesome. The bureau has been talking about fully opening up for a few years. From the time I started working until now, I still don't have a clue."
"Well, there may be a chance in the future." Chen Jiayu answered.
There was nothing to say for a while, and the two of them continued to sit on the bed and lean against the wall to watch the movie. His TV is in the living room, but there is a projector in the bedroom, which projects onto the white wall opposite the bed.
Fang Hao still took off his obstructive down jacket. Chen Jiayu brought a blanket to cover the two of them, but most of it was on Fang Hao. Later, the blanket slipped down, and Chen Jiayu asked him again: "Is it still cold?" Then he sat behind Fang Hao and hugged him to watch. His chest was indeed hot, and Fang Hao felt that the other person's average body temperature should be one degree higher than his own. This hug was also very thorough. He touched his body while hugging him, lingering repeatedly on his shoulders, chest and lower abdomen. It was obviously very intimate and not pornographic, but Fang Hao was still obsessed with him. He only watched half of the plot of the movie after the plane shootout scene.
But Chen Jiayu still respected the movie and endured it until the list of credits came up before leaning forward and kissing him unhurriedly. His hands didn't stop, moving to his chest to feel the beating of his heart. Fang Hao originally didn't think about it. He came because he felt that Chen Jiayu was not in a good mood on the phone. But when the other party felt it, he became lustful. Once he started thinking about it, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Chen Jiayu buried his head next to Fang Hao's ear, his hair tickling his neck, and his ambiguous breath drifted into his right ear.
"Do you want to do it or not?" he asked.
Fang Hao hummed, his voice was very small.
The ending theme of the spy film was intense string music, covering up the two people's gasps. This time they tried a new position, which was somewhat similar to the missionary position. Chen Jiayu knelt on top and fucked him. Fang Hao's two long legs were spread apart on both sides of his body, and his waist was slightly raised to meet his impact. The difference was that in order to stabilize his body and maintain this balance, Chen Jiayu held his hands with both hands. With every push he made, Fang Hao's body moved back and forth, unable to move because his hand was pulled, swaying like a boat. The place where they were connected seemed to be anchored, and they stood motionless. When he pushed too deep and hard, Fang Hao also held his arm tightly, his palms became sweaty and his fingers strained.
When the ending song of ten minutes suddenly stopped, Fang Hao realized how loud his screams were, and he shut up reflexively. However, Chen Jiayu temporarily stopped thrusting, leaned down, and helped him soothe the front end. , while saying: "Scream, why are you silent?" He lowered his head and saw that Fang Hao had caught a red mark on his forearm, and the more he looked at it, the more attractive it became.
Fang Hao chuckled softly and said, "Yeah." He didn't talk much today, but Chen Jiayu teased him a few words, and he obeyed: "Brother Jia, fuck me quickly." Fang Hao thought to himself, who is teasing him? No, let’s see who has the bigger anger in his heart.
In fact, after that time, although he said he would no longer call me brother, he still knew how to call me brother. In front of people outside, especially in front of friends who don't know their situation, they will respect him and call him out, and he will say that he is used to it. Behind people, in private, that's when you're flirting. For example, when Chen Jiayu didn't wake up in the morning, he would say: Brother Jia, get up. For another example, when he wanted Chen Jiayu to cook braised pork again, he would also send a text message: Brother Jia, I missed your braised pork. For another example, on his bed, he knew that Chen Jiayu liked to listen, and he was happy to give it.
The room was dark, and Chen Jiayu's sheets were all dark gray. It was just that the movie stopped at the last frame of the credits, and there was barely any light.
Chen Jiayu had been suppressed for a day, with various emotions intertwined and unable to be vented. He was looking for an exit. Of course, he was willing to plunge into the land of gentleness and never come out. Now that this was the case, Fang Hao's strong and slender legs spread for him, his abdominal muscles tightened, and his mermaid line trembled under his thrusts. In the darkness, he was actually more lubricated and squeezed, and now it felt like water, slippery, greasy, hot and tight. Chen Jiayu couldn't stand being pinched by him, so she tightened her waist and hips and thrust hard. Fang Hao was just gasping for air at first, and then he moaned intermittently with the rhythm of his movements. Finally, the moans became one, and the tone changed, telling him to go slow for a while, and to go faster for a while.
Chen Jiayu wanted to laugh at him. A person who made a living by issuing instructions also issued such inconsistent instructions with unclear meaning. But he knew that Fang Hao wanted to save face, and he didn't want to point out this matter and spoil the atmosphere. The thought of being able to make someone like Fang Hao lose control for a moment almost filled him up. Lust is like a bottomless pit, and neither of them knows how to satisfy each other. Anyway, no matter Fang Hao tells him to go fast or slow, he will go fast. So he decisively ignored the order.
Fang Hao tried his best to open his eyes and looked at Chen Jiayu's broad shoulders and narrow waist. His strong arms pressed his chest to prevent him from moving, which seemed a bit coercive. His low breathing voice was also very sexy. This time Fang Hao made up his mind to look at him carefully. His eyes were full of emotions and his forehead was covered by broken hair. No matter how hard he goes down there, there is gentleness in his eyes.
Finally, Fang Hao couldn't stand it anymore. He said first, Brother Jia, let me cum. His hand finally let go, unable to hold it anymore, and began to touch his front. When he enjoyed it the most, he had his eyes closed, frowning slightly, and looking very attentive. His concentration is to concentrate on being fucked, and his concentration means that he is doing well, so Chen Jiayu likes to see his face full of lust, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of enjoyment. He was also familiar with Fang Hao's small movements when he was about to climax. His buttocks and thighs would suddenly tighten, trembling several times like a shudder, biting his lips, and holding something tightly in his hands, sometimes The sheets are sometimes the clothes that have not been taken off, and sometimes they are Chen Jiayu's back and hands.
He panted violently, followed closely by Fang Hao, who also reached climax.
After sex, Chen Jiayu was a little reticent, and Fang Hao didn't say a word. After cleaning up a little, he turned around and buried his head on Chen Jiayu's collarbone and chest, feeling his body temperature slowly coming over. Now that he had had a hearty session, he was no longer cold, but he still liked to stay close to the heat source.
Chen Jiayu stretched out a hand and slowly stroked his hair.
"Have you ever had a longer hairstyle? It must be very handsome." Chen Jiayu said.
"Not in recent years," Fang Hao said, "It should be short and easy to take care of. And running and so on." This is indeed one of the reasons, but it is not the real reason. It's not like he never had slightly longer hair when he was running. There are some photos at home, such as Fang Shengjie's graduation photo, where he has slightly longer hair. Most likely, Chen Jiayu also asked after seeing those photos. Why didn't he keep it anymore? In fact, the real reason is very simple. It's because Lu Jiawei likes the way his hair looks longer. He is especially obsessed with Fang Hao's hair when making love, especially when giving him oral sex. Shang Yao kept pulling Fang Hao's hair to prevent him from moving.
After breaking up with Lu Jiawei, Fang Hao was so cruel that he almost lost his position. Later, it gradually grew a little longer, and it became what it is now. He pushed once every three months and never had it grow longer. It has become a habit now. However, he didn't want to tell Chen Jiayu the whole story for the time being.
He thought that if Chen Jiayu insisted, he wouldn't be able to stay. The sex experience with Chen Jiayu was indeed enough to refresh the database and occupy all his storage space. Now he rarely thinks about Lu Jiawei. However, Chen Jiayu didn't notice it and didn't mention it again.
Later, maybe because it was too late, the two of them were tired, so they took a shower and went to bed. In the end, Chen Jiayu didn't say why he was in a bad mood before, and Fang Hao was not in a hurry to ask - he thought it was because of his mother's illness. It was not easy to force him to tell him. He felt that one day Chen Jiayu would feel better. I will tell you.
The two of them fell asleep like this, with their backs pressed against each other.
There is something to think about during the day and something to think about at night. Chen Jiayu spent a lot of time during the day thinking about his operations back then. Coupled with the spy movie he and Fang Hao watched, he had a nightmare as soon as he fell asleep. This time's dream was not as specific as last time. He didn't remember what the cockpit looked like, nor did he remember the specific scene outside the window. He only vaguely remembered his physical senses - there were loud noises around him, and the sound of fast approaching could be seen in the windshield. There was even a feeling of weightlessness on the ground, and various alarms sounded in unison. He was awakened by a loud noise. When he woke up, he sat up suddenly. The only sound in his ears was his own rapid breathing, and the sound of the alarm just now was missing. Only then did he realize that what had just happened was a dream.
Fang Hao was awakened by this. He had just fallen asleep, but when he opened his eyes this time, he was still bleary-eyed. He moved his lips and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Chen Jiayu sat for a while, then slid back into the quilt and said back to him: "It's okay. I must have disturbed you."
Fang Hao still didn't open his eyes, but he subconsciously turned over, facing Chen Jiayu, and stretched out his hands to hug him.
Chen Jiayu's heart was throbbing. He knew that Fang Hao had been woken up and his eyelids were so sleepy that he was so sleepy. This set of actions was completely subconscious, but he didn't hesitate at all.
"...You sleep on your own." Chen Jiayu gently put his arm back to its original position, lifted his own quilt and stood up. He originally thought that he might lose sleep because he didn't want to disturb Fang Hao. He planned to sleep directly on the sofa bed.
Fang Hao was also sleepy and didn't understand. He didn't stop him at first. After Chen Jiayu went out for five minutes and started to tidy up the sofa, Fang Hao realized that he was not going to the bathroom, but was going out to sleep. He endured his sleepiness and stood up holding on to the wall. He walked slowly to the living room and was stunned when he saw Chen Jiayu's posture.
"In your house, where do you sleep in the living room? If you can't sleep... I'll chat with you." Fang Hao thought that he would risk his life to accompany the gentleman today. If Chen Jiayu didn't sleep, he wouldn't sleep either. Since they don't have to go to work tomorrow, they can work hard.
"I..." Chen Jiayu glanced at him and compromised, "That's okay. Are you a heavy sleeper?"
"Well, it's quite heavy. My mother said that when I was a child, earthquakes couldn't wake me up."
Chen Jiayu smiled: "Okay, let's go back to the house."
"Want to chat?" Fang Hao still couldn't open his eyes and lay down with his head next to his shoulder.
"No need. I'll feel sleepy after just looking at you." This time, they were no longer back to back, and Chen Jiayu put his arm around his shoulders like he did before when he was taking a break. Fang Hao also likes to sleep on his stomach. Half of his face is buried in the pillow, and he can see the hair on the top of his head. Chen Jiayu slowly used his own breathing to match the other person's. Breathing in and out, the breath merged into one, and gradually became long and calm.
Chen Jiayu fell asleep——
PPL (Private Pilot License): Private pilot license.
BGM: Steady Waves – Cross Record.
"What is the word?
An unhuman search
…
I am a vessel
Are you a vessel
Oh beautiful, comfortable body
I let myself sink into it, a warm blanket…”