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His body had acted without first consulting his brain-what a novelty.
Or perhaps simply his heart, brain, soul, and fingers were conducting a perfect team game by acting as a coach and also as a trainer, while his brain was experiencing a complete blackout.
He had typed those numbers automatically, so familiar were they to him, with the urgency to reduce that tightness in his chest and get back to breathing, although storing oxygen was not the priority.
No, Cheng Xiaoshi's only, absolute, alienating, rumbling thought at the moment was to break into that gallery and find any clue that would let him know what was on Lu Guang's mind. He would settle for anything that could provide him with direction. That alone was what his legs needed to start running as long as they could hold up, and beyond. He would crawl if necessary to get to him.
He felt a visceral need to rewind that red thread that united them and that recent events had stretched almost to the breaking point. A rupture that would have involved her entire world falling apart. She had feared that she had lost him forever until a couple of hours earlier, only to find out that this was not the case, that the sun would rise the next day as well. And now-that she had not even had time to process, that her heart had not yet recovered, that his lips had not yet whispered to the white-haired ear how much he had missed him, he was alone again experiencing the sense of loss.
So, gripped by the same terror that assails when you rummage through your purse and your fingers can't find your phone or when you are in a crowd and desperately looking for someone, he had unlocked Lu Guang's phone. Without giving the slightest thought to how strange it might seem that he knew its pin in the eyes of the police and Qiao Ling, who had already become inquisitive.
"How do you know the code?" the girl asked him, in fact.
"Eh... that is..."
There was no time now to tell her about that Sunday morning when he and Lu Guang had woken up tangled under the covers. The white man with one arm under his head and Cheng Xiaoshi unashamedly splayed against his chest.
"Good morning Guang Guang," he had meowed, between yawns.
Lu Guang could not bear to be called that by him, so he did not answer him, still pretending to be asleep. Cheng Xiaoshi complained about the lack of attention, getting even more on him.
He rubbed his cheek and raven mop against the boy's glabrous pecs beneath him, then moved on to deposit small kisses and light bites on his snowy neck.
"Don't ignore me Guang..." he whispered. The latter had, however, every intention of continuing with his own act and moved, without uttering a word, his face to the other side of the pillow, but Cheng Xiaoshi knew his weaknesses all too well and demonstrated this when she nibbled on his left earlobe, tearing a small, inaudible gasp.
"Hey...Lu Guang...I know you're awake," Cheng Xiao Shi continued undaunted, leaving a trail of moist kisses on his collarbones, then bringing his own fingers to tease one of the albino's nipples.
"Let me sleep..." protested Lu Guang, just to set the tone, as he was unable to keep quiet any longer.
"I have no desire to," the brunette replied spitefully, slipping one of his own legs between those of the other boy and thus forcing him to spread them apart.
Lu Guang's breathing had already quickened and his abs tensed, even though he tried not to give it away his body was already anticipating the morning treatment Cheng Xiaoshi would give him.
He began to stroke him slowly, gently, never interrupting what were now real lapping all over his upper body.
Lu Guang's member was now, unmistakably, awake. And its owner let out a low moan. He knew from the beginning that it would be useless to be precious. It was always clay in his hands.
"Cheng Xiao Shi..." his body began to go to those barely hinted caresses for more. He tried to squint his eyes, still shiny and fogged with sleep, but the other boy ventured to his lips, practically bringing his torso on top of him.
The kiss, together with Cheng Xiaoshi's hand increasing the pace just a little, took his breath away.
When the Moor separated from him, he murmured provocatively in his ear, "You see you like it ... however, you always have to tsundere with me, hmm?"
"Then you-but Lu Guang's somewhat hoarse reply was interrupted by a sound that caused him to open his eyes wide. A snap.
"Cheng Xiao Shi!" he exclaimed, enraged at the realization, feeling the boy's laughter on his skin. When he had kissed him, he must have reached out an arm to Lu Guang's nightstand to grab his cell phone.
"Delete it now!" he growled, trying to regain his own phone. The other, however, was slipping through his hands like an eel and laughing out loud in the process. To make matters worse, he kept snapping. Lu Guang would have killed him.
Instead, five minutes after a furious fight, laughter, hair-pulling, flying pillows and insults, Lu Guang had fucked him wonderfully well and even allowed him to take a few shots of the two of them in that intimate moment. It was impossible to stand up to Cheng Xiaoshi, at least for him. No matter how hard he tried, he always ended up giving in. But that was okay. That's what he thought, the white-haired boy, leaning his back against the headboard with his lover's leaning against his chest.
With his chin on one of his shoulders he murmured, "We'll need a password, we can't risk anyone getting these photos in their hands."
"Leave it to me," replied Cheng Xiao Shi with laughing eyes, "I already have a perfect one in mind."
"Cheng Xiaoshi?" Qiao Ling called him back to reality and his heart beat a little slower again.
"I...I just happened to peek once that he inserted it in front of me," he cut it short, hoping the girl would not insist further.
Besides, for her that set of numbers could have no meaning, she could not know it, the date of their first meeting.