Lovers are not full Just A Bit Confusing

A week later, Ryan was standing on Zack's balcony with a beer.He was curious: Is there anyone in the world who is more fucked up than what happened to him?

The door opened behind him.

"You're going to catch a cold," Hannah said.During the few seconds she was opening and closing the balcony door, his family members were talking and laughing in the room.Although today is not a special day, old habits are old habits, and whenever Christmas comes around, everyone will run to Zach's house to get together, so December is the Hardaway family's unofficial family month.

"I never catch a cold," Ryan said, taking another sip of beer. "You should go in, it's too cold outside."

Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed his lips, "Don't stay outside too long, okay? It would be a pity if you freeze the egg, I'm pretty Like them."

He laughed a few times, patted her butt lightly, "Go in."

She laughed and walked away.

Ryan turned away and continued to sip his beer, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

The balcony door was opened again, then closed.

"You're going to catch a cold," Jamie said.

Ryan put down the bottle and turned his head, smiled, "Come here and keep me warm so I won't catch a cold, Jamie Bear."

Jamie rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose cutely, but walked over and let Ryan pull him into his arms.Jamie was warm, so warm, and smelled good.Everything Ryan loves most is condensed in him alone.Ryan buried his nose in Jamie's hair and said, "You might have to go in, it's too cold outside." He didn't want Jamie to go.

"I'm not cold," Jamie said, leaning back into Ryan's arms to keep him warm.

Jamie was wearing only a soft cashmere jumper, and Ryan's hand was running up and down his arm.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go in and get you your jacket?"

"I'm not cold, really," Jamie said, "Why are you avoiding everyone?"

"I didn't hide."

Jamie was silent for a while.

When he spoke, his voice was very soft, "Because of that, you were terrified, weren't you?"

Ryan sighed. "I said it: I wasn't freaked out." At least not because of what Jamie thought.

"Well," Jamie sounded unconvinced, "why is that? You've been acting a little weird lately, since..."

"Since that time I helped you?"

Jamie laughed, "Yes, ever since you helped me. If you weren't scared, why do you always look at me so strangely?"

"I have?" Ryan said.A gust of cold wind blew through, and Jamie flinched, and Ryan rubbed his arms.

"You have."

Ryan almost laughed.As soon as he saw Jamie, he began to imagine, for a while, the weird sexual fantasy, and for a while, Jamie's expression after orgasm.But he couldn't tell Jamie.Sometimes he really hated his own brain.He'd been trying to get these weird thoughts out of his head all week, but as they say, once you think something, you can't get it back.It wasn't that he suddenly wanted Jamie, or wanted Jamie to be a woman, he didn't.But here's the thing: the gender change alone was enough to make him see Jamie in a different light, which made him a little uncomfortable.He had to question himself, his relationship with Hannah, his relationship with Jamie.

But everything is just a hypothesis, and it doesn't hurt to think about it.That didn't mean he would suddenly change his mind about Hannah.He loved her, and she was exactly what he wanted from a woman.He had no reason to question the depth of their relationship, especially since he had much more important things to worry about than these.

Ryan looked over Jamie's shoulder at the clouds illuminated by Wanjia's lights.He'd been thinking about Jamie all week, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could only come to the same unsatisfactory, even depressing conclusion: there was no way.The source of Jamie's heartbreak is Ryan himself, and Ryan can't do anything, damn it.Jamie would suffer—until he finally got bored and turned away.

This fact made Ryan's heart ache, a kind of horror that he had never felt gripped his heart, and he tightened his arms around Jamie.He tried to suppress the mad desire in his heart: to capture Jamie and lock him to a safe place only he knew.

Yep.Not abnormal at all.

"Yeah, I'm freaking out, man," he admits under his breath, burying his face in Jamie's hair, "but not for the same reason you think." He kisses the back of Jamie's neck, lips all the way Rubbing until Jamie's soft cheek.

Jamie shuddered, limp against him, and turned his face to Ryan's caress.

Ryan froze.Damn, Jamie reacted too much to this innocent touch.Even though Ryan knew that Jamie had a special desire for him—hell, even if Jamie had cum on him only a week ago—he was still amazed at how hungry and submissive Jamie was in front of him, as if he You can do whatever you want.Although this feeling is very weird, it also makes him very proud. This thing is not normal, but it has pressed those weird and weird switches hidden in his heart. He didn't know that he would feel this way before.

He kissed the corner of Jamie's mouth.Jamie's lips trembled, and he gave a soft snort in protest.

What a fucking fuck.

He turned Jamie around and looked at him.

God the fuck.

Jamie looks...looks like he's just been thoroughly "loved": pupils dilated, fair cheeks now flushed, lips slightly parted.Facing Ryan, the horny look on his face was unashamedly obscene - the look only a whore would show if he was about to spread his legs.

Ryan glared at him.

Jamie closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I—" Jamie said, opening his eyes and glaring at Ryan, "Why did you do that?"

What a great question.

The door opened behind them. "Dinner's ready, boys," Sandra said.

"Here we are," Ryan said.He put his hands behind Jamie's back and pushed him inside.

Jamie gave him another savage look.

"You look a lot like Tristan when you frizz," Ryan said, frowning. "It's scary."

Jamie stomped away.

Sandra raised her eyebrows, "Do loving couples even quarrel?"

Ryan sighed, inserted his fingers into his hair and combed it, "Yeah, almost."

His sister grabbed his arm and looked up at him with a gossip in her green eyes: "Talk?"

He gave her a smirk, "I don't really want to." He still didn't understand what was going on.He didn't know why, even though Jamie had clearly told him not to touch him like this a week ago, he still did it.This is cruel and completely unnecessary.

What's wrong with him?Did he subconsciously want to control Jamie?The thought made Ryan quite uneasy.He doesn't think he's that bad, but he's really not so sure, considering the freaky idea of ​​trying to lock Jamie up earlier.

Oh my god.

"I did something bad," Ryan said, "and I've got to kneel on three washboards to undo it."

Sandra laughed and shook her head. "You two are like an old married couple, you almost went to bed."

Ryan looked away.