Lovers are not full Just A Bit Confusing

Time slipped by in a weird, dreamlike state, and James' life was muddled.He couldn't count how many days Luke had been away.What he eats all depends on whether the hotel staff will persevere in knocking on his door that day.Sometimes he would feel that he had had enough of lying in bed and complaining about himself, and the meager English-language programs on TV were too difficult to pass the time, so he would go out for a walk.He would wander the streets aimlessly, listening to unfamiliar languages ​​around him, and wandering until his nose was running and his body was as cold as his heart.He got lost a few times, but the navigation brought him back to the hotel every time.The two women in the hotel porch always whispered in Russian and looked at him strangely, and James usually walked back to the room as if he didn't see him.He would take a long, hot bath—he could be sad and distraught, but he wouldn't allow himself to be stinky and stinky.After the shower he went to bed.He sometimes masturbates in an attempt to get rid of the uneasiness and terrible desire that is about to swallow him up in this way.But no matter how hard he fucks himself with the dildo, he can't escape the state.So he can only lie under the covers until the next morning--not an "early" morning--and then crawl out of bed.

This morning was no different from previous mornings.

Until a knock on the door woke him up from his stupor.

James didn't bother to get up.It was probably a hotel waiter.He is not hungry.

But the knocking continued.

The people outside the house knocked louder and louder, James sighed, forced himself out of bed, rubbed his eyes and walked barefoot to the door.

Opening the door, he froze, with a breath stuck in his throat.

A tall, unreal figure stood outside the door—Ryan.His hands were in the pockets of his dark jacket, his jaw was tensed, and his expression was enigmatic.His green eyes surveyed James from head to toe.Ryan's gaze made James realize that he was wearing only a pair of gray boxer briefs.

"You don't look human anymore." Ryan walked into the room and closed the door.

"Thank you." James said, recovering.His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.James just remembered, how long has it been since he talked to anyone?He folded his arms across his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits, trying not to give in to the temptation to pounce on Ryan and hug him like an octopus. "Why are you here?" His tone was hostile.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. "We're concerned, Luke has been missing for ten days."

James blinked. "Ten days?"

Ryan stared at him. "you do not know?"

James frowned and shook his head.He knew Luke was gone for a few days, but didn't realize how long it had been.How long has he been out of reality?

"Your dad was worried about you. I kind of know why now."

"Dad called you?" He said dumbly.

"Yes." Ryan said, striding over, holding James' shoulder firmly.

"What the hell is going on with you, Jamie?"

Breathing shallowly, James lifted his chin.Ryan smelled of winter, of crisp fresh air, and of Ryan.

The smell made him dizzy, but at the same time, his brain was much clearer than before.The whole room suddenly became bright, as if it was brightened all of a sudden.He felt that his state had recovered a bit, as if he had slept for a long time and suddenly woke up to face a strange and absurd world. "What?" he said defensively.

"What?" Ryan repeated. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You've lost at least ten pounds."

is it?

James shrugged. "I'm fine. Maybe I'm just not used to Russian food."

"Fart," Ryan said, lifting Jamie's chin and forcing him to look him in the eye.His fingers were cold. "Jamie." This time he softened his voice, with a strange look on his face. "It's me, talk to me"

James swallowed, feeling more pathetic than ever.He hated that Ryan kept calling him Jamie.

He didn't think he was Jamie.Jamie was happier than he was, and Jamie wasn't a helpless little pity.Jamie belongs to Ryan.

But he doesn't belong to Ryan.never.

He glared at Ryan hard. "Go back to London. I told you: my stupid feelings are nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you."

An angry look crossed Ryan's face. "Stupid? It's stupid to think 'you have nothing to do with me'. Want to leave me alone until I die."

They both glared at each other, gasping for breath.

"Do you know what real stupidity is?" James said through gritted teeth. "It's just that you think I want to have something to do with you. If you want to be a holy father, buy a dog to be a shit shovel officer. Or simply-fuck Big Hannah's stomach! Then you have something to worry about. Don't you need me--"

Ryan slammed into it, covering Jamie's mouth with his lips.Jamie's whole body was shocked, and he could only squeeze out a single sound from his throat pitifully.His body hadn't touched a man for several months, so he could only stand where he was, trapped in this kiss.Ryan demanded, demanded, demanded, unrestrained, savage kisses, full of burning desire.Jamie's knees were as limp as jelly.Ryan bit his lip so possessively that Jamie could only groan.Jamie stepped forward, wanting more.Ryan kisses roughly like a hungry wolf and gets Jamie's blood boiling with kisses, but he still can't believe it's actually happening and he's waiting for the blow that's bound to come - Ryan backs off and says it was a mistake , he didn't think that way about Jamie.Instead, Ryan curled his fingers around Jamie's hair and dug his tongue halfway down his throat.He kissed roughly and pulled Jamie closer, Jamie's crotch bumped into Ryan's erect cock, and Ryan's desire was unmistakable.

"Sorry," Ryan said hoarsely, kissing the line of Jamie's jaw, his hands running down Jamie's back, sliding into his panties, and grabbing his hips. "I'm sorry," he said, pushing Jamie onto the bed.

Even though Jamie is already overwhelmed by lust, he understands why Ryan is apologizing: what he's doing still doesn't mean anything.But right now, with Ryan's breath and body surrounding him, Jamie couldn't bring himself to care about it.He wants him, he longs for him, he misses him—misses him to the point where he wants to get inside Ryan, or have Ryan inside him, and the two are one, inseparable.

Ryan pushed Jamie onto the bed, laying all over him, eagerly half-sucking and half-kissing, leaving a string of wet hickeys on Jamie's cheeks and neck.Jamie groaned. "Jamie." Ryan said his name prayerfully. "Jamie," he called again, licking his way up to Jamie's chest. "Jamie," he murmured low, almost inaudible, into Jamie's navel.

"Baby," he nibbled and licked Jamie's hipbones, causing Jamie to bounce unbearably under him and moan softly.He didn't even notice that Ryan had taken off his panties until Ryan spread his legs and stopped to stare at his groin before Jamie realized he was naked.

Panting and finding himself flushed, Jamie was nervous, afraid Ryan would lose interest in seeing his hard-on cock up close and personal.With his hands on Jamie's thighs, Ryan stared at Jamie's cock with a strange expression, then turned his gaze to Jamie's sturdy thighs.Ryan's green eyes faded to bleary, and he reached down and bit the inside of James' thigh.A groan escaped Jamie's lips.God, he was so hard it hurt.

"Ryan," he growled, twisting his hips. "I beg you."

Ryan looked up at Jamie's flushed face. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," Jamie said.He fumbled for lube in the drawer.Fortunately, his trembling fingers touched it.He tossed it into Ryan's hands. "Fuck me," he repeated, looking directly at Ryan.

Ryan gritted his teeth. "That will only confuse you more."

James almost laughed out loud.Don't you see I've been messed up enough by you?All I want is you.I feel like I'm a piece of flesh torn from you.I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.

"I don't care," he was still writhing and rubbing his crotch impatiently, "I miss you so much, I want you to come in." He had never said such a corny line to anyone except Ryan—to Ryan, he can say shameless words as naturally as he breathes. "I want to feel you."

Ryan's eyes darkened.He lunged forward, half-nipped and half-kissed Jamie a few times, then straightened up and grabbed the lube.Jamie spread his legs wider and licked his lips impatiently.He knew Ryan had anal experience with women, so he wasn't worried about that.

He was right, within minutes Ryan's fingers had him rolling comfortably, pussy sucking knuckles and mouth moaning lustfully.more.He wants more.He wants Ryan.Ryan's cock, throbbing inside him, stretched him apart.

"Condoms," Ryan said, withdrawing his fingers.

Jamie looked at him, a little out of sorts.He was dizzy and his pussy was uncomfortably empty.

"Give me the condom, Jamie," Ryan said through gritted teeth.He took hold of the base of his cock, which was hard and red and glistening.

Jamie tore his hungry gaze away from Ryan's cock and pointed to the bathroom. "In the bathroom," he said, "maybe."

Ryan got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, ripping off the few remaining pieces of clothing on his body with brute force as he went.

Jamie felt like he had never waited so long in his life.

When Ryan came back, Jamie finally let out a breath, but he forgot to breathe in—because Ryan was naked.

He was really handsome, but that wasn't the reason.Jamie had seen Ryan naked countless times, he had even seen Ryan naked and hard; but he had never seen Ryan naked for him, hard for him.

Ryan leaned over him.Jamie couldn't help shivering as their naked bodies pressed against each other.God, he was completely overwhelmed with lust.

"Look at me," Ryan said sharply, propping himself up on his elbows. "Look at me, James."

It took some effort for Jamie to gather his eyes, to meet Ryan's eyes.

"Listen," Ryan said, stroking Jamie's thigh with his firm fingers, before pushing Jamie's knee up between Jamie's legs.His focused gaze made Jamie feel excited and a little scared at the same time. "I want to fuck you—I want to fuck you—but I'm not going to make you any promises. I haven't figured out what I want from you. So you better make me stop, right now." Ryan bowed He lowered his body to hold James' lower lip. "Tell me to stop, damn it, it's for your own good."

Jamie writhed beneath him, reveling in the ecstasy of being held down by Ryan's hot, muscular body.He spread his legs wider.

"Jamie," Ryan growled, panting. "Stop fussing, and concentrate."

"I'm concentrating," James murmured, taking Ryan's erect cock with his right hand and leading it between his legs, squeezing it into the slippery pussy.For a moment, the two "hissed" at the same time.

"Jamie," Ryan gasped through clenched teeth. "Don't get the fucking sperm in your head, bastard."

"I can't do that," Jamie murmured, looking up at Ryan vacantly. "I want you," he said breathlessly and earnestly. "I want you so much."

With a low growl, Ryan rushed in, his shoulders tensed, his biceps bulging, trying to control himself not to move too fast.oh god.Jamie closed his eyes and arched his back.Finally, Ryan stopped, his thick cock throbbing inside him.

Why is he not moving?

Jamie opened his eyes, struggling to see Ryan. "I'm not one of your dainty ladies, just go ahead and fuck me, I can take it." He licked his dry lips. "I want that."

Ryan groaned, leaned his head against James' cheek, and licked Jamie's cheek. "You're quite flirty on the bed, but it's not surprising. Usually, the ones who are quiet on the surface are the most flirtatious on the bed."

Jamie turned his head and bit Ryan's lip and began to suck. "I only flirt with you."

Ryan's nostrils flared.He backed out slowly, then put his whole weight on the cock and slammed it in hard.

Jamie wailed, and put his arms around Ryan's body, scratching his back fiercely with his nails. "My God, hurry up."

Ryan grunted heavily, picking up the tempo, and he plunged in hard, arching his back for each thrust, his body rubbing against Jamie's cock with each bump.Every thrust made Jamie more distraught, every deep burial made him whimper, Ryan opened and closed and fucked Jamie moaning, he never thought sex could be so intense , the whole person was thrilled.The feeling of Ryan's cock inside him was already good, it was thick and strong, but the knowledge that Ryan wanted him was what really drove him crazy.Ryan wanted him so badly that he folded him up and fucked him in a bestial way.His cock rammed hard into Jamie's pussy, his strong fingers gripping Jamie's hips.

It was nasty, edgy, savage sex, a contrast to Ryan's usual, overprotective style, which made Jamie tremble and moan.Ryan may not be able to promise him, but he definitely doesn't treat him as his own brother now.

Ryan let out a moan deep in his throat, his hips thrust forward faster and faster, and his cock hit Jamie's prostate hard, making Jamie howl.Ryan kept twitching, one after another, until James sobbed and clung to him, howling like a beast from their lips, and they were getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"Jamie," Ryan snorted.His voice was muffled and barely audible. "I'm going to—" His cock hit his prostate hard, and Jamie was engulfed in a wave of pleasure, head to toe, so hot that his soul was shaking, clutching the base of his spine.Jamie screamed out, and yelled for a while.

Ryan moaned, shook violently, and came too, putting his full weight on James.

"Damn it," Ryan whispered into his ear, rubbing his nose through his sweaty hair.

"No," Jamie said softly, his whole body numb with the sweetness in his heart.He knew he and Ryan were perfect in bed. "That's great," he murmured. "really love you".

Ryan froze.Jamie immediately regretted it.

"When I didn't say anything." James pretended to be relaxed.

Ryan propped himself up on his elbows, watching him with green eyes. "How can you be so stupid?"

Jamie frowned. "What?"

Ryan shook his head, pulled his cock out and rolled off of him, much to Jamie's dismay.Ryan knotted the condom and threw it in the trash, sat next to him and stretched, then looked at Jamie, arms outstretched.

Relieved, Jamie smiled, and immediately crawled into his arms, half lying on top of him.Even though they've done it hundreds of times before, hugging naked feels completely different — much better.God, he missed him so much.

Jamie sighed in pleasure, grinning and running his fingers down Ryan's chest. "Hug time?"

"Aha," Ryan said, wrapping his arms a little tighter. "I've let that nymphomaniac come out and do bad things, he just wants to dirty you, let go and fuck you hard. Now it's time to let this 'softie' out, he wants to hold you to the end of the world. "

"You make it sound like there are two different people," Jamie said, giggling.

"Sometimes it feels like that," Ryan said, nuzzling his hair. "That jerk misses you so much, Jamie Bear."

Jamie smiled. "I miss you too. Very much."

"Aha." Ryan mumbled, his eyes closed.

"Maybe we should talk," Jamie said.

A green eye opened. "We're going to talk," Ryan muttered. "But take a nap for a few hours first. I've been looking for you all over Moscow for the past three days." He pursed his lips. "And it took a lot of work to fuck you. I'm dead tired, and it's all your fault, Grayson."

James smiled and closed his eyes.Although he wasn't tired, he didn't mind putting off the conversation for hours.The conversation wasn't going to be pleasant anyway—he tightened his arms around Ryan's waist and hugged him—while he still had the chance.