not long ago. Nate and Ethan are having sex in the bedroom.

Nate wrapped his arms tightly around Ethan's neck, and the two sides were tightly connected.

"Ethan, be gentle, be gentle to me~"

"You are particularly coquettish today."

Ethan pushed in hard, and Nate's body couldn't bear it. He hugged Ethan tightly, but his body kept shaking.

"Ethan...are you...angry?" Nate gasped and whispered intermittently.

"Why am I angry?"

"Because I teased him..."

Ethan pinched Nate's chin and asked him to look at him. "I'm not angry, really."

"What is Chris to you?"

"..."

"See? Ethan, you don't have to lie to me. If you just wanted to protect him, you wouldn't go all the way to bring him back in person."

"Nate, you talk too much today."

"umm..." Nate was pushed into the most comfortable position, "We understand each other so well...Ethan, I can't do it anymore..."

"But... you don't understand him. Even I don't understand him."

"So what are you going to do? Look at him every day and vent your lust to me? Uh-huh! Ethan!"

Ethan bit Nate's nipple lightly, and Nate's whole body trembled. Nate knew that Ethan could be rough with him sometimes, but this time, whenever he mentioned that person, Ethan would torture him with a vengeance. This made him even more convinced that Ethan had a violent forbearance towards Chris. It's like adopting a kitten. You want to get close to it, but you can't. He hadn't seen Ethan so upset for a long time, he always got what he wanted. He likes Ethan who is so confident.

All along, Nate and Ethan would try to satisfy each other, but this time Nate withdrew early, making Ethan furious.

"Damn it! I haven't cum yet! What are you doing!"

Nate: "Sorry, Ethan. I think you should have a talk with Chris."

"What do I have to talk about with him?"

"Not here, but here...Ethan, the body is more honest." Nate stroked the swollen penis. He really wanted to swallow it into his body again, but he wanted Ethan to just look at it while having sex with him. To protect himself, he had to use some means.

Of course Ethan knows what Nate is thinking.

He will make this kid regret it.

The two lingered for a while, and Nate reluctantly went to the bathroom.

Ethan hoped that Nate had not scared Chris. He wanted to apologize, but when he came to the study, he bumped into Chris who seemed to be doing something bad. His unresolved lust suddenly sprang up, and he couldn't help but pounce on Chris.

Now, Chris was pressed down by him and the trembling look made him even more excited.

"Please, Chris, don't look at me like that, I won't help but eat you up." Ethan easily fixed Chris's hands above his head, and Chris had no strength to resist at all. "If you look like this, anyone will want to bully you."

Chris: "Let me go, please..."

"Chris, as long as you obey me, I will let you go."

"Really?" Chris' understanding of human desires was really lacking, and his understanding of Ethan was even more blank. This made him very scared, but not completely despairing.

Ethan rubbed Chris' hair like he was soothing a kitten. "Well, Chris, don't move, I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean...you said you would let me go."

"Yes, I will let you go. Chris, please be quiet and stop fucking seducing me!"

"?" Chris was very shocked. Who did this shameless guy say was seducing him? Chris didn't dare to anger Ethan, he looked very scary now. "You had a bad time with Nate, so you're angry at me?" Chris thought, maybe that's what happened. So he shut his mouth and waited for Ethan to calm down.

At this time, Ethan was restraining himself from wanting to rip off Chris's black pajamas and kiss his body crazily.

If he were anyone else, there is nothing wrong with treating him however he wants, but it is his family...

"Sorry...Chris..." he thought as he carefully rubbed his body against Chris's. This was his maximum concession.

"Uh... don't do it like this..." Chris couldn't help but groaned as his body tensed up, and his penis became erect at an inappropriate time. He could clearly hear his heartbeat pounding, but his mind was like an overloaded computer, working very hard.

"Do you want me to help you get it out?"

  "Um..."

"Is this okay?" Ethan made it so comfortable that Chris almost stopped thinking and greedily enjoyed Ethan's service. "Chris, help me too..."

That voice seemed to come from another world. "I can't move my hands..."

The hot genitals pressed against Chris's cheek, "Come here and let me teach you."

  "hummm~"

Ethan's penis pushed into Chris's mouth. Chris was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Twenty years ago, Chris saw an impressive structure built from blocks by Ethan, something he had never seen before.

"Ethan, how did you do that?"

"Hehe, want me to teach you?"

"Yeah! But, we don't have enough blocks."

"I'll share half of mine with you."

"I'm going to build a castle bigger and better than Ethan's!"

"Don't steal my blocks, okay?"

"Got it!"

The blurred faces of the two boys flashed in his mind until his phone alarm rang, jolting Chris out of bed.

"Cough, cough!" Chris's throat hurt, his pajama buttons were undone, and there were red marks on his body. "Damn it! Ethan!"

Fuming, Chris stormed out of his bedroom to find Ethan reading by the window, sunlight casting a serene and elegant glow.

"Ethan! Last night! Last night!" Chris began, but he was too embarrassed to continue.

Seeing Chris's flushed cheeks, Ethan stood up and patiently buttoned up Chris's pajamas, speaking with the patience of a parent teaching a high schooler, "Chris, take your time. Do your buttons up properly."

"What did you do to me last night?!"

"Sorry, I disturbed your work." Ethan's apology, devoid of any sincerity, infuriated Chris even more.

"Don't sidestep the issue! It wasn't just about disturbing my work! Pervert! Why did you do that to me! Don’t you have a lover? Being gay doesn't mean liking every man! Are you playing with me?!"

"You'd rather play erotic games by yourself than let me help you?"

"I already told you, that was for work! And even if it wasn’t, you don't need to worry about it!"

"Chris, why can't you admit you like me? You've liked me since we were kids, so why don’t you feel anything for me now?"

"Like you? Don't joke around. I've only known you for a few days, and I've hated you so much! I wish I could never see you again! If it wasn't for my sister, I wouldn't even be here!"

Ethan sighed softly, "Chris, I don't want to argue with you."

"Do you think I want to talk to you? I'm leaving this place!"

"No, you can't!" Ethan's gaze turned intense, frightening Chris.

"Why? Do you enjoy bullying me?"

"Anyway, Chris, you can't leave. If you don't like it... I promise I won't touch you again." Ethan spoke with a deep voice, almost like negotiating a business deal.

Chris, somewhat fearful of Ethan, agreed for the moment. "Okay." After a pause, he mustered the courage to ask, "What happened last night?"

"Don't worry, we just helped each other relieve some stress. You were too tired; you should stop working."

Chris didn't reply, but he felt slightly relieved. Maybe last night was just a prank by Ethan and Nate, meant to tease him...

Sitting at the corner of the classroom by the window, Chris's gaze wandered through the half-open curtains, captivated by the scenery outside. The oak leaves gently swayed in the breeze, with sunlight filtering through the dense foliage, casting a dappled pattern on the ground.

"Chris, Chris..." Haruto called his name softly.

Chris snapped back to reality, realizing the textbook had been turned to a new page. The elementary level course was easy for most, and Haruto could have started at an intermediate level, but he liked this teacher, who taught all the way up to advanced classes. So, Haruto decided to start from the beginning with this teacher.

"Chris, you look like you didn’t sleep well last night," Haruto said with a concerned expression.

"Yeah..." Chris rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit tired and longing to lie down comfortably in bed for a while.

Finally, after enduring till the end of class, Haruto and Chris left their seats.

"Haruto, what are your plans next? Do you have class this afternoon?"

"No classes this afternoon. I was planning to have lunch with you and then go to the study room to review my major subjects. Chris, you should go home and rest after lunch."

"I don't want to go back. I'll go to the study room with you."

"If you do that, I won't go either."

"Then I'll go somewhere else..."

"That's not what I meant. Chris, sleep is very important. You don’t look too good right now."

"Yeah... I know."

"How about this? We eat something light for lunch, then sit in the school garden for a while?"

Chris knew about the small garden at the school but had never been there. Many people liked to drink coffee next to the garden. Haruto had never been there either, so they had a simple lunch and set off to find the little coffee shop in the garden. The café was tucked away in a secluded corner, and walking through the garden felt like an adventure.

Haruto ordered an iced coffee, not allowing Chris to have coffee, saying caffeine would disrupt his already disturbed circadian rhythm, so Chris settled for hot chocolate.

"Having a friend in the medical field is really something," Chris commented.

Haruto felt a bit shy and a bit proud, knowing Chris considered him a friend, his first in New York.

"Do you always stay up late?" Haruto inquired.

"Yeah... If work is busy, I do. But last night wasn't about that..." Chris almost wanted to spill everything about the previous night but hesitated. "Haruto, do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older brother, much older than me. He owns a chain of ramen shops in Japan."

"I don’t have siblings, so I’m not quite sure... I mean, about the boundaries with family members... Haruto, would you talk about love or sex with your brother?" Chris stumbled over his words, turning red with embarrassment before he could finish. Haruto looked astonished, making Chris feel even more ashamed. "Sorry, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Chris internally scolded himself for broaching such a topic with someone he'd just met. It was very impolite.

Seated in the corner of the classroom by the window, Chris was drawn to the scenery outside. The oak leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and sunlight pierced through the dense foliage, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

"Chris, Chris..." Haruto softly called his name.

Chris snapped back to reality, noticing the textbook pages had turned. The elementary course was simple for most, and Haruto could easily start at an intermediate level. But he liked this teacher who would continue teaching through to advanced levels, so Haruto decided to start from the beginning.

"Chris, you look like you didn't sleep well last night," Haruto said with concern.

"Yeah..." Chris rubbed his eyes, feeling the urge to lie comfortably in bed and rest.

After class, Haruto and Chris left their seats.

"Haruto, what are your plans next? Do you have classes this afternoon?"

"No classes this afternoon. I was planning to have lunch with you, then go to the study room to review my major. Chris, you should go home and rest after lunch."

"I don't want to go back. I'll join you in the study room."

"If you do, I won't go either."

"Then I'll go somewhere else..."

"That's not what I meant. Chris, sleep is really important. You don't look well."

"Yeah... I know."

"How about this? We have a light lunch, then sit in the garden for a bit?"

Chris knew of the small garden at the school but had never been. Many people liked the coffee next to the garden. Haruto hadn't been there either, so after a light lunch, they searched for the small café. Tucked away in a secluded corner, the café felt like a hidden treasure in the garden.

Haruto ordered an iced coffee and only allowed Chris to have hot chocolate, concerned about caffeine affecting Chris's disrupted sleep cycle.

"Having a friend in the medical field is impressive," Chris remarked.

Haruto blushed slightly, feeling a bit proud that Chris called him a friend, his first in New York.

"Do you often stay up late?" Haruto asked.

"Yeah... if work is busy. But last night wasn't about that..." Chris almost spilled everything about the previous night but held back. "Haruto, do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older brother who runs a chain of ramen shops in Japan."

"I don't have siblings, so I’m not sure... I mean, about boundaries with family members... Haruto, would you talk about relationships or sex with your brother?" Chris stammered, turning red with embarrassment before he could finish. Haruto looked surprised, making Chris feel even more ashamed. "Sorry, it's okay if you don't want to answer." Chris internally chastised himself for bringing up such topics with someone he just met.

Haruto, seeing Chris's panic, smiled warmly. "It's okay. We do talk about it sometimes. In Japan, it's common for fathers to bathe with their children. In our family, I used to bathe with my brother."

"That must have been when you were little, right?"

"Yes, once we couldn't fit in the bathtub together, we stopped. But sometimes my brother still goes with me to public baths or hot springs."

"So, family members... wouldn't play weird sexual pranks, right?"

Haruto laughed heartily. "Well, that depends. My brother is lively and sometimes jokes like that with me." Sensing Chris's relief, Haruto asked, "Who are you living with?"

"A relative. We don't get along well."

"So, you're like Harry Potter living with his aunt?" Haruto joked.

Chris chuckled at the comparison. "I wish he'd just kick me out. But he always disgusts me with his pranks."

"I see. Chris, have you finished your hot chocolate? I'll throw away the cup for you."

Haruto took the empty cup from Chris's hands and disposed of it in the trash. He's like an angel, Chris thought.

The sunshine in the garden was very good today, and the late summer sun was very comfortable on them. They came to the rest area of the garden and found a small round table, where Haruto wanted to complete his study task today.

It was such a comforting place. Chris rested his head on his arms, trying to see what book Haruto was reading. The strange, spell-like words seemed to move before his eyes, and soon, he drifted off to sleep.

"Chris, wake up, you'll catch a cold," Haruto gently nudged him.

"I dozed off. Are you leaving?" Haruto showed him the time on his phone. It was already 4 pm, and the sun was blocked by buildings, making it a bit chilly. "I slept all afternoon?!" Chris jumped up, heart racing.

"If you keep sleeping, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Seeing Chris's dismayed expression, Haruto didn't know how to comfort him. Chris had looked so beautiful asleep, Haruto couldn't find the right words to describe it—perhaps 'angelic'?