Couldn't Help It
是谁的大一期末写作作业我不说、、
是无差啦 放心食用 A是龙龙 Z是嘎嘎 毕业大戏期间的一点点小遐想hhh
首次发文多多关照 喜欢的话就太好啦
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It’s been three days.
Z paced back and forth in the dancing room with a crumpled cigarette in his hand, his eyes flicking at the half-open door from time to time. He took another drag on his cigarette and bit his lips.
He knew his graduation display wouldn’t be easy anyway. What he never expected, however, was that his biggest challenge was to restrain himself from kissing his male partner. He recalled again that stage, that spotlight, that sweaty face of A three days ago, as well as his pounding heart and overwhelming desire for that lips. He just couldn’t help it.
“It can’t be.” Z rubbed his hair fretfully and thought. “It must be my role—Collins. He is so in love with Angel. And A looks damn amazing casting Angel.” As if trying to be firm in himself, he repeated, “It must be Collins wanting to—”
“What are you doing here?”
A figure suddenly appeared at the door. It was A. Quickly hiding the cigarette behind his back, Z squeezed a smile.
“Nothing.”
“Then hurry to the front. The next scene will be on in counting seconds.”
Z stared at A for a moment, choking helplessly.
“Sure. On my way.”
Standing on the stage and wearing that shabby knitted hat, Z knew he was supposed to be Collins right now. Plus Collins was supposed to be in deep love with that drag queen holding hands with him, who saved him out of financial dilemma and spiritual wasteland.
He looked up.
Spotlight dizzying his eyes, Angel’s smiling face and A’s face mingled into one before him. That lips he dreamed and dreaded danced with music merrily.
“With a thousand sweet kisses, when you’re worn out and tired…”
“Forget it. Forget it.” Z warned himself to stop dizzying and focusing on his performance. “I’m Collins. Collins loves Angel. And Angel is—”
“Lover—I’ll cover you—”
Collins leaned forward and pressed his lips on Angel’s. He just couldn’t help it.
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