Phone sxx

Hello?
You're making me really horny. I'm really hard right now.
Err. Oh-kay.
I want to touch your pecs and lick your abs-
Oh my god! Stop, please! This is so weird.
It's not going to work, is it?
Err. No.

Hollow

I am woken up by soft kisses in the hollow just inferior to the lateral half of my right clavicle. What's the time? I groan sleepily and ruffle his already ruffled-up hair tenderly.

The sun streams brightly through the small window of my bedroom. As I stretch the sleep away, my hips lift from the bed. He takes this as a sign and makes his way down slowly - planting little kisses as he goes along: through pectoralis major, intercostal spaces six and seven, inferior costal margin and rectus abdominis.

Moving lateroinferiorly, he reaches the hollow of the inguinal ligament. Hooking his fingers around the waistband and pulling my shorts down slightly, he starts licking along the line of the ligament knowing that it turns me on tremendously. I suck in a sharp breath of air. His wet tongue leaves behind a pool of saliva in the hollow. My abdomen trembles from laughter, "You're worse than the dog."

Sha Tin - Kowloon Tong (KCR East)

Outside, the silhouette of the landscape whizzes past as he speeds through the New Territories. His hand accidentally touches his neck where Love had bitten him and he was lost.

Shanghai - Hong Kong (Train)

Outside, the view flashes by quickly and he remembers the stranger asking him if he is happy with his life. He thinks of b. It's ridiculous how his happiness, his whole life, revolves around b. He looks back on his life from the day b came into his life. He's no longer the whiner b used to chide him for. And he's definitely more independent. He's far from perfect, having lots more to work on. But at this moment in time, he is happy with his life.

Inside, people sit by the windows and enjoy the scenery. Some eat their dinners, others chat. Some read whilst others play cards.

Outside, the view flashes by quickly and a smile appears on his lips. In the warm glow of the setting sun, farmers tend to wide flat areas of box-plot farmland. Ploughing, weeding and fertilizing. Stone or brick houses replace wooden houses of old but farmers still use old-fashion ploughs and hoes. In the warm glow of the setting sun, he is happy with his life.

He misses b this much. But he revels in his nostalgia. Lost. Both in time and space.

Shanghai - Suzhou (Train)

Islands of houses. Islands of houses dot a sea of crops. Islands of houses dot a sea of crops and whiz past the train. A flashback. A violent bite of the nipple. A flashback. A familiar stabbing pain at the heart. A flashback.

***

Of all the things you wished or hoped they'd be the least efficient at, they organize their seating arrangements on the train. Can't even issue standardized tickets.