Lovers are not full Just A Bit Confusing
Chapter 22
A few weeks later, Ryan's cell phone rang early in the morning.He blinked a few times in a daze, and confirmed the calling number again.No, he wasn't hallucinating: Arthur Grayson.He didn't know whether he should be honored to have received a call from Arthur Grayson.
Ryan's heart skipped a beat.Something must have happened, or Arthur wouldn't have called him at this point: Ryan had been friends with his son for so many years, and Arthur had called him twice in total.
problem occurs.The two of them had no other interaction, so the news to be conveyed in this call was definitely not what Ryan liked.
"Have you talked to my son recently?" Arthur cut to the chase as soon as he connected.Well, did he expect Arthur to teach him social etiquette?
Ryan stared at the dark wall opposite the bed. "Which son?" He was deliberately trying to confuse Arthur.deserve it.
"Hardaway—"
"Look, I don't even know where he is," Ryan said through gritted teeth, his temper going from bad to worse after breaking up with Hannah. "He didn't bother to tell me. I haven't seen or spoken to him in over a month."
"I don't trust you," Arthur said.
"We broke up." Ryan's tone did not hide his bitterness at all.
silence.Obviously, this took Arthur by surprise.
"You're satisfied now," Ryan said, pursing his lips. "Haven't you been looking forward to this day?"
"You're such a bad influence on him," said Arthur angrily.
Ryan laughed. "You mean, he listens to me too much, you can't understand it."
"I'm right. You're him—for that reason, or he'd be a normal man if—"
"I'm really not in the mood to listen to your old stubborn bullshit," Ryan said bluntly. "You'd better call me if you have something fucking important, or I'll hang up."
He could hear Arthur take a deep breath.
"I'm worried about James." The other party finally admitted reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" Ryan wanted to ask where Jamie was, but he resisted the urge.If he knew where Jamie was, he felt he'd be overwhelmed and run to him—he couldn't do that.His failure to reunite with Hannah doesn't change anything: Jamie makes it clear that he's sick of that and doesn't want to be with Ryan anymore.He hoped that Ryan would have a good time and stop playing him around.
Like it or not, Ryan had to respect Jamie's decision, no matter how angry Jamie was for cutting off their friendship in this way.Of course he was very angry.Even though his mind knew that Jamie was doing the right thing—they couldn't go on like this—the way Jamie was handling events was abysmal.At first, Jamie claims that sex doesn't change anything and doesn't mean anything.Then, after Jamie treated him like a human vibrator, his attitude turned 180 degrees, and he kicked him out of his life with a phone call.
"He's in a bad mood," Arthur said, "going out of the country against my will, leaving work and responsibilities behind, not answering a single call from me. All I can do now is with the Whitford boys Ask about it, but he won't tell me anything."
Ryan cursed secretly.The Whitford boy.So Jamie is in Russia now, with Luke.He really didn't need to know this news at all, because deep down he was already planning when he could go to Russia soon--and Jamie was flustered again by going there.
"Maybe Jamie just doesn't want to talk to you," Ryan said, "You made it very clear last time that he is not as good as your other son, so he doesn't like you too much."
"Even so," said Arthur, "it's not like him. When I talked to the Whitford boy this morning, he was obviously very worried about James. He said he couldn't betray my son's trust, but he Hope you can help him."
Ryan's heart tightened.If Luke was worried enough to betray Jamie's trust, it must be serious.
"Fix him and bring him back," Arthur said suddenly, his tone harsh. "I've always hated your influence over my son, but only you can bring him back to normal under any circumstances."
Ryan bit his cheek. "Your son and I don't talk now, we're not even casual acquaintances," he said with great effort. "Sorry, I can't help you."
He hangs up.
Then there was only silence in the room.He took a deep breath, then took another, forcing himself to let go of his fist.fuck it.Refusing to take care of Jamie would be betraying his instincts.
Ryan stared at the first rays of morning light on the horizon.He went out to drink with his old classmates last night, and forgot to close the blinds when he came back.He drank a lot, danced a lot, flirted with women, and felt almost completely back to himself.He even hugged and kissed a beautiful brunette—though he declined when she invited him to her house later.
He had expected the girl to complain that he had seduced and let go, but she just smiled understandingly. "Did you break up recently?" she asked.Ryan nodded, showing a bitter smile.
He still didn't know whether he was referring to the breakup with Hannah or Jamie.Maybe both.However, although he still felt sad every time he thought of Hannah Ryan, he avoided thinking of Jamie.Thinking about Jamie just made him anxious and angry—for many reasons, and one of them was kind of sick.
There was a familiar restlessness in Ryan's lower abdomen.He sighed.
After a few minutes, he finally gave up his inner struggle and reached for the tablet on the bedside table.He found the photo right away.A week ago, he was about to upload and save the old photo to the cloud server, and found this photo in the old camera by chance.Now he wished it hadn't happened.
This photo was taken about five years ago, right after Jamie's birthday.I can still vividly remember the events of that day.They were on a beach in the south of France, and Jamie complained that the water was too cold and refused to join him in order to take a nap; so Ryan stuck a flower in Jamie's head and ripped off Jamie's swimsuit. Pants took this picture of his buttocks as a little revenge.
This is just a harmless joke, a childish trick for a kid to play on his companions.When Ryan showed the photo to Jamie later, he blushed.Ryan couldn't have been happier.
Now he couldn't be funny anymore.He stared at Jamie's white back, stared at the two dimples above the buttocks, and stared at the narrow pink hole between Jamie's white, fleshy buttocks, and couldn't move his eyes.
Every time he sees this photo, he feels like he's freaking out.This time, of course, was no exception, but he just couldn't look away.He can't always do it.He licked his dry lips and stared at Jamie's pussy.The photo wasn't supposed to turn him on, but he still couldn't help thinking of how tight the pussy was on his cock, how good it felt to be caught deep, and how sweet Jamie was screaming in response to his growing. going deeper and deeper—
Jamie loved being fucked by him so much, he was so horny—
Damn.
Ryan squeezed a swear word between his teeth, sat up, grabbed his hair and raked it twice, trying to ignore the strong hardness in his underwear.He felt like there were two people fighting in his head: the old him who missed his brother-in-law so badly, who just wanted to jump on the plane to Russia immediately, and no matter what was wrong with Jamie, he would make him better and keep him close; And another horny jerk wants to jump on a plane to Russia right away, for a completely different reason.Worst of all, Ryan is completely unable to reconcile these two desires.He's always loathing himself for wanting to fuck Jamie.He also can't just switch Jamie's role from being a best friend to a sibling just because he wants to fuck Jamie deep down.His mind was already tangled up in a mess.He knew very well that in this state of mind he shouldn't have gone to Jamie—
He'd just upset Jamie again, hurt him again.
Whatever Jamie's situation is now, Ryan will only make things worse.
Ryan's heart skipped a beat.Something must have happened, or Arthur wouldn't have called him at this point: Ryan had been friends with his son for so many years, and Arthur had called him twice in total.
problem occurs.The two of them had no other interaction, so the news to be conveyed in this call was definitely not what Ryan liked.
"Have you talked to my son recently?" Arthur cut to the chase as soon as he connected.Well, did he expect Arthur to teach him social etiquette?
Ryan stared at the dark wall opposite the bed. "Which son?" He was deliberately trying to confuse Arthur.deserve it.
"Hardaway—"
"Look, I don't even know where he is," Ryan said through gritted teeth, his temper going from bad to worse after breaking up with Hannah. "He didn't bother to tell me. I haven't seen or spoken to him in over a month."
"I don't trust you," Arthur said.
"We broke up." Ryan's tone did not hide his bitterness at all.
silence.Obviously, this took Arthur by surprise.
"You're satisfied now," Ryan said, pursing his lips. "Haven't you been looking forward to this day?"
"You're such a bad influence on him," said Arthur angrily.
Ryan laughed. "You mean, he listens to me too much, you can't understand it."
"I'm right. You're him—for that reason, or he'd be a normal man if—"
"I'm really not in the mood to listen to your old stubborn bullshit," Ryan said bluntly. "You'd better call me if you have something fucking important, or I'll hang up."
He could hear Arthur take a deep breath.
"I'm worried about James." The other party finally admitted reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" Ryan wanted to ask where Jamie was, but he resisted the urge.If he knew where Jamie was, he felt he'd be overwhelmed and run to him—he couldn't do that.His failure to reunite with Hannah doesn't change anything: Jamie makes it clear that he's sick of that and doesn't want to be with Ryan anymore.He hoped that Ryan would have a good time and stop playing him around.
Like it or not, Ryan had to respect Jamie's decision, no matter how angry Jamie was for cutting off their friendship in this way.Of course he was very angry.Even though his mind knew that Jamie was doing the right thing—they couldn't go on like this—the way Jamie was handling events was abysmal.At first, Jamie claims that sex doesn't change anything and doesn't mean anything.Then, after Jamie treated him like a human vibrator, his attitude turned 180 degrees, and he kicked him out of his life with a phone call.
"He's in a bad mood," Arthur said, "going out of the country against my will, leaving work and responsibilities behind, not answering a single call from me. All I can do now is with the Whitford boys Ask about it, but he won't tell me anything."
Ryan cursed secretly.The Whitford boy.So Jamie is in Russia now, with Luke.He really didn't need to know this news at all, because deep down he was already planning when he could go to Russia soon--and Jamie was flustered again by going there.
"Maybe Jamie just doesn't want to talk to you," Ryan said, "You made it very clear last time that he is not as good as your other son, so he doesn't like you too much."
"Even so," said Arthur, "it's not like him. When I talked to the Whitford boy this morning, he was obviously very worried about James. He said he couldn't betray my son's trust, but he Hope you can help him."
Ryan's heart tightened.If Luke was worried enough to betray Jamie's trust, it must be serious.
"Fix him and bring him back," Arthur said suddenly, his tone harsh. "I've always hated your influence over my son, but only you can bring him back to normal under any circumstances."
Ryan bit his cheek. "Your son and I don't talk now, we're not even casual acquaintances," he said with great effort. "Sorry, I can't help you."
He hangs up.
Then there was only silence in the room.He took a deep breath, then took another, forcing himself to let go of his fist.fuck it.Refusing to take care of Jamie would be betraying his instincts.
Ryan stared at the first rays of morning light on the horizon.He went out to drink with his old classmates last night, and forgot to close the blinds when he came back.He drank a lot, danced a lot, flirted with women, and felt almost completely back to himself.He even hugged and kissed a beautiful brunette—though he declined when she invited him to her house later.
He had expected the girl to complain that he had seduced and let go, but she just smiled understandingly. "Did you break up recently?" she asked.Ryan nodded, showing a bitter smile.
He still didn't know whether he was referring to the breakup with Hannah or Jamie.Maybe both.However, although he still felt sad every time he thought of Hannah Ryan, he avoided thinking of Jamie.Thinking about Jamie just made him anxious and angry—for many reasons, and one of them was kind of sick.
There was a familiar restlessness in Ryan's lower abdomen.He sighed.
After a few minutes, he finally gave up his inner struggle and reached for the tablet on the bedside table.He found the photo right away.A week ago, he was about to upload and save the old photo to the cloud server, and found this photo in the old camera by chance.Now he wished it hadn't happened.
This photo was taken about five years ago, right after Jamie's birthday.I can still vividly remember the events of that day.They were on a beach in the south of France, and Jamie complained that the water was too cold and refused to join him in order to take a nap; so Ryan stuck a flower in Jamie's head and ripped off Jamie's swimsuit. Pants took this picture of his buttocks as a little revenge.
This is just a harmless joke, a childish trick for a kid to play on his companions.When Ryan showed the photo to Jamie later, he blushed.Ryan couldn't have been happier.
Now he couldn't be funny anymore.He stared at Jamie's white back, stared at the two dimples above the buttocks, and stared at the narrow pink hole between Jamie's white, fleshy buttocks, and couldn't move his eyes.
Every time he sees this photo, he feels like he's freaking out.This time, of course, was no exception, but he just couldn't look away.He can't always do it.He licked his dry lips and stared at Jamie's pussy.The photo wasn't supposed to turn him on, but he still couldn't help thinking of how tight the pussy was on his cock, how good it felt to be caught deep, and how sweet Jamie was screaming in response to his growing. going deeper and deeper—
Jamie loved being fucked by him so much, he was so horny—
Damn.
Ryan squeezed a swear word between his teeth, sat up, grabbed his hair and raked it twice, trying to ignore the strong hardness in his underwear.He felt like there were two people fighting in his head: the old him who missed his brother-in-law so badly, who just wanted to jump on the plane to Russia immediately, and no matter what was wrong with Jamie, he would make him better and keep him close; And another horny jerk wants to jump on a plane to Russia right away, for a completely different reason.Worst of all, Ryan is completely unable to reconcile these two desires.He's always loathing himself for wanting to fuck Jamie.He also can't just switch Jamie's role from being a best friend to a sibling just because he wants to fuck Jamie deep down.His mind was already tangled up in a mess.He knew very well that in this state of mind he shouldn't have gone to Jamie—
He'd just upset Jamie again, hurt him again.
Whatever Jamie's situation is now, Ryan will only make things worse.
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