Hot flashes

Xiao Jue rested his chin on Zhou Heng's head, his fingers slowly tracing the back of his head. "Do you know when I realized I liked you?"

Zhou Heng's ears twitched slightly.

The movement wasn't large, but it was enough to shift his attention away from the photo album.

Xiao Jue's lips brushed against the top of his head, then he pulled back half an inch. His voice, clearer than before, came from that slightly different distance: "Not long after school started, I had a dream right here on this bed."

He paused here, then said, "A wet dream."

Zhou Heng's fingers curled slightly on his knee.

His ears began to turn red.

Xiao Jue continued, "It was you in my dreams."

Zhou Heng's throat moved slightly.

Xiao Jue's lips moved from the top of his head to the edge of his ear: "At that time, I was thinking, if only it were true."

After Xiao Jue finished speaking, he didn't give Zhou Heng any time to react.

His hand slid from the back of Zhou Heng's head to his chin, pinched his chin and lifted his face, his lips directly hitting his.

His other hand had already slid from Zhou Heng's waist to below his abdomen.

Zhou Heng's breath hitched for a moment. His fingers gripped the fabric at Xiao Jue's waist.

Xiao Jue's lips moved half an inch away from his, still pressed against the corner of his mouth. His voice came from that almost closed gap, rough and broken from his panting breath: "Your lips are so soft. Every time I kiss you, you pull away, and every time you pull away, I want to bite you open."

Zhou Heng blushed and raised her hand to cover his mouth, but she was a step too slow for Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue pressed his lips back down. His hand slid up from his lower abdomen, through the fabric, all the way to his chest, his thumb pressing down on the center of his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat rising through his ribs.

Zhou Heng's breathing had become uneven. His lips were blocked, and the air coming out of his nose was rapid and short, each breath carrying a subtle tremor from the constant pressure. His back arched slightly on the mattress, and the curve of his spine stretched from his waist to his shoulders under the light.

Xiao Jue's lips moved away from his, sliding down his jaw to his neck. His teeth tapped against a small patch of skin, catching the mark he'd bitten, his tongue tracing the shallow indentation. Then his lips pressed against his neck: "Why do you breathe so beautifully? Hmm?"

His palm slid down his chest, along the lines of his abdomen.

His lips brushed against his earlobe, his voice warm as it entered his ear canal: "I want... to die for you."

Zhou Heng suddenly curled up.

After Xiao Jue whispered those words into his ear, Zhou Heng's back slid against the mattress as if trying to back away, but the mattress offered no room to move. His back was pressed back down by Xiao Jue's chest less than an inch off the mattress.

Xiao Jue's hand was still on his belt. With a flick of his knuckles, the belt buckle popped open, and the metal made a short, crisp sound as it clashed.

He didn't pull the belt out completely, but just loosened it. The force of loosening it caused his trousers to slip down a bit, revealing a small patch of skin on his side that was warm from the heater.

He bent down, slipped his hand under Zhou Heng's knee, and used his other hand to support his back, lifting him off the mattress.

Zhou Heng was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Then Xiao Jue turned around, took two steps forward, and pressed Zhou Heng's back against the wall.

The wall was cold, seeping through his clothes, creating two opposing forces with the burning hot chest pressed against his.

Xiao Jue supported his lower back with his arm, lowered his head, pressed his lips against his collarbone, and kissed the skin half-covered by the edge of his collar. Then he straightened up, placed his hand on Zhou Heng's waistband, and pulled it down.

The fabric slipped off his hip bone, and cool air rushed up against the small patch of skin that had just been exposed, causing Zhou Heng's waist to twitch slightly.

His fingers loosened from Xiao Jue's clothes and landed on his shoulder, his fingertips pressing on the muscles that were taut from the force, as if he wanted to use that pressing force to lift himself up from the wall, only to be pressed back down against the wall by Xiao Jue's hand that was gripping his hip.

Xiao Jue's hand... Zhou Heng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

His back was pressed against the wall, his knees were slightly bent, and he was wedged between the wall and Xiao Jue's body.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xiao Jue's lips brushed against his neck: "Stand still."