【R76】Pull Out the Pin

Morrison called the police station to report the situation, and after the logistics team took over, he got into Reyes' car - he couldn't be blamed, his own police car was almost shot into a sieve by Black Claw; However, Reyes sat in the co-pilot and was lazy on the grounds that "his head hurt so much from hitting the wall during the fight".He opened the window wide and smoked one cigarette after another, and he didn't throw away the empty pack until they got back to the office.

The team ate some lunch leftovers in the cafeteria to fill their stomachs.Morrison handed over the counting work to the young people. This is a good opportunity for them to practice, and the adrenaline of the children has not completely faded, so it is more than enough to deal with this small matter.Lena got a little bruise on her arm when she cut off Talon, but she was still in good spirits, and she was excitedly describing the tense scene at that time; McCree was very dirty, and it is said that he was in a potholed mud field with dead people The gang wrestled for a while.One Talon was sent to ambulance with serious injuries, one Dead Gang member died, and the others were taken into immediate custody pending trial.They spat at Reyes as they passed him in the hallway, and Reyes just shrugged at them.

Morrison walked up to Reyes, who had just briefed Winston and Reyes took the opportunity to take a shower, and now he smelled of cheap body wash from public bathrooms. "Okay," Morrison said firmly, "you should go to Angela's place now."

Reyes frowned. "Why would I go there?"

"Because you have a bad headache?"

"Don't you know I'm just lying to you?"

"I do not know."

In the end, he couldn't convince Morrison, so he had Angela take the time to give him a quick checkup, and it was concluded that Reyes was fine except for a little bruise on his back and an occasional bloody nose.But it turns out that Morrison underestimated the extent of Reyes' jerk again. He received a call from Angela before he got off work. The team doctor said that Reyes simply rejected her kind offer of discounted medical examinations and medical prescriptions for chronic diseases in the email. .Morrison turned off the computer and yelled his full name angrily, and Reyes grabbed his coat and tried to sneak out of the office.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked aggressively. "Forget it, no matter where you go, I will follow you, let me make it clear."

After speaking, Morrison began to pack his backpack and put on his coat.Reyes stared at him in surprise, apparently taken aback by his aura.

"You want to go home with me?" He raised his eyebrows, "This is a very rare way to invite a date."

"So you've hit base yet?" McRae interjected.Morrison turned his head, and McCree immediately fell silent in fright.

"I'm going to force him to promise not to mess around again," Morrison roared, "and obediently take Angela's prescription."

Reyes muttered something impatiently, and Morrison followed step by step, from the office to the parking lot, and very consciously got into the passenger seat when Reyes cranked the car lock.

"Just because of those two cans of pills?" Reyes said angrily. "I told you, I'm fine! That guy didn't hurt me at all!"

"I've seen Angela's video, the bruise on your back will hurt for a while." Morrison didn't show any weakness, "I already know what you want to do - sneak into Talon with a bruise on your back , continue your undercover career."

"I'm going to do this" was clearly written on Reyes' face. "If it were you, you wouldn't stay at home and rest just because of this little injury."

"It's different!"

"I don't see any difference..."

"Oh shut up and drive, please!" Morrison growled.

Reyes did keep his mouth shut, but Morrison guessed he was just too tired to argue with him.They got stuck in traffic during rush hour, and Reyes cursed New York's terrible traffic while swearing he'd sell the car and go straight to the subway, before turning his head and glaring at Morrison as if they were stuck in the middle of the road. His fault as well.

Finally, Reyes successfully drove the car into a certain neighborhood.Morrison was not familiar with the area, but he could definitely tell that it was not an ordinary family who could afford such a house.Reyes noticed that he was looking curiously at the three-row stone fountain in the center of the yard through the glass, and said, "I used to save a lot of money. After all, I was very busy and had no place to spend it." Morrison shrugged. Shrugging his shoulders, he took over what he said.

Reyes' house is a two-story single building on the west side of the community.He reached out and turned on the light in the living room, took off his coat, and hung it on the coat hanger with the one Morrison handed over.It's a completely different style from his safehouse (of course!), and it's not like rich people piled up with expensive and pompous furniture, everything is simple, dark red and dark brown color scheme.Morrison couldn't help knocking on a partition made of marble, making sure that it was a real material rather than a composite panel painted with stone patterns, and retracted his hand in some surprise.

"I never bring anyone back here," Reyes said. "It's always as uncomfortable to have someone in the house as it is to be seen through."

"I'm honored?" Morrison laughed to himself.

Reyes took out two glasses from the cupboard, "No wine." Morrison reminded him, and Reyes poured two glasses of fresh milk into it.They sat down along the small bar and enjoyed a whole glass of cold milk under the warm yellow chandelier in the dining room—until Morrison slapped a list on the table very disruptively, and Reyes rolled his eyes God.

"Angela's prescription." Morrison said blankly.

"Prescription, huh?"

"She mentioned that you have an old back injury, and she is afraid that your muscles will be strained again."

"I told you, I'm fine."

"It's the job of the police to protect our bodies," Morrison said inexplicably. "We have to go through the inspection and approval of the team doctor after each mission before we can perform the next mission."

"That's you, and me in the past." Reyes took away the cup in his hand, "Since I started dealing with Talon, I have never had this concept. If I fall down, the police station can't quickly select Bringing a fool who is good enough and willing to jump into the flames to do the splicing mission means all the work is for naught. What's the back injury?"

"I think it would be the worst if you were dead! We talked about the retreat plan..."

"But in fact I can't tell when I should execute the so-called 'retreat plan,'" Reyes interrupted him. "I can't quickly judge whether I should take the risk or retreat from the countless small mistakes. Most Sometimes we all take risks because no one wants to pass up an opportunity."

"Every adventure you take is a lie, and when one lie reveals itself, you have to make another one, and fight with each enemy who is about to expose you. There are only two ends for you: succeed or kill yourself .”

"Thank you for reminding me." Reyes said coldly.

"We are a team, we can't downsize, have you ever thought that if you act rashly, it will cause huge trouble for the team?"

"Team? It seems like I'm the only one acting as a double agent."

"So you need our cooperation even more—"

"What are you complaining about, Morrison?" Reyes slammed his fist hard on the dining table, and the plastic flowerpot swayed twice and fell off the countertop, rolling to Morrison's feet, "I didn't Taking the medicine prescribed by Angela, or did I survive the fight with the dead? Or are you accusing me of being incapable of carrying out this undercover mission? You have no qualifications-"

"I didn't say that!" Morrison pinched the edge of the table with both hands, trying to crush it directly so that he could restrain himself from swinging his fists to Reyes' face, "Are you determined to fight here?"

"You're driving me mad."

"You've already done that."

A frightening rage flashed across Reyes' eyes, burning fiercely in his bottomless pupils.Morrison took a step back subconsciously, but Reyes grabbed the collar of his shirt directly. The next second, Morrison hit the back of his head on the refrigerator door, and the refrigeration machine was rumbling in his ears.Reyes approached him. If he really had poisonous fangs, he would definitely bite into his neck without hesitation.

"What's wrong with you, Morrison?" he asked in a low voice, the blood vessels on his forearm were bulging and clearly visible, Morrison was even strangled by the gradually tightening collar, and he had difficulty breathing, "Why are you holding on to that fart all the time? Don't let things go?"

Morrison swallowed hard, the blood all over his body rushed to his head. "Do you know how scared I was when I was at the door of that damn bathroom and smelled that... that bloody smell? I'm not a cold-blooded animal, and I would panic if any of my colleagues were in there, let alone you , you are not only my colleague, you are...you are still..."

He couldn't go on.Reyes loosened his grip and started coughing violently.

"I was forcing myself to calm down, just like every time I rescued a hostage, muscle memory saved me, it manipulated my brain to push the door, pull the gun, observe, and it took me a while to even work up the courage to look at the scene. The face of a corpse."

Morrison took a breath: "I have never felt this way before. If I hadn't seen you lying on the side, I would probably have forgotten how to breathe. You see, you are right, I have never experienced anything, but this I really don’t want to go through more times.”

He lowered his eyes to look at Reyes, the feeling was terrible after all, the desperation and flusteredness of a few hours ago returned.

"You finally know what it's like to watch someone you care about take risks, Morrison?" Reyes snorted. "You know how I feel when I watch your idiot act alone in a freight forwarding company?"

Reyes cupped Morrison's jaw with one hand, and brushed his lips lightly over his trembling lips. "You know how I feel when I see Lacroix's gaze on you? The kind of tension I've never felt in my ten-plus years as a police officer?"

"It seems that we are all desperate bastards." Morrison smiled weakly, "We are even."

Reyes stares at him, the pent-up anger in his chest turning into frenzy.He is always like this, with a calm face and flat corners of his mouth, but his eyes are always filled with storms.Morrison responded to his gaze boldly and fieryly, watching his Adam's apple move up and down sensually as he swallowed, and scrutinizing the long, hard-to-ignore scar at the corner of his eye—the scarred man in front of him may never be called He was perfect, but he could never ignore him.

"Although we are even," Morrison said, "Anjila's order is still to be eaten."

"Fuck you." Reyes punched him.

■

When they kissed again, Morrison felt his brain burn out like a fuse.He hadn't planned on... making out with Reyes at Reyes' house, who was (or had been) a pathetic conservative who didn't sleep conscientiously until after a few dates.But hanging out at the dinner table with someone as dangerous as Reyes, kissing hard, snuggling up and rubbing each other's erections like college kids is an exciting and fun challenge.That's okay, Morrison loves a challenge.

Morrison thought he was a control freak, but in front of Reyes, he could only be regarded as a "systematic person" at best.Reyes was terribly controlling, his fingers gripping Morrison's shoulders tightly, nail clippers digging into the flesh, not caring if he would be pinched; respite.This time, the plastic vase wasn't the only one that was unlucky; the plates and the cups he had just used were thrown to the ground, smashing to pieces on Reyes' expensive tile floor.Morrison tried to look down, but Reyes reached out and grabbed his crotch, rubbing it back and forth maliciously, and Morrison couldn't help moaning anymore.

"Stop mentioning Angela's name in front of me." He threatened.

Morrison laughed loudly: "Are you jealous of Angela?"

"I just don't want you to keep talking about her when we're alone."

"She's an excellent team doctor! You're always with Lacroix..."

"Lacroix? Interesting."

Reyes began to roughly unbutton Morrison's shirt, not wanting to treat them properly, even though he knew Morrison had only one clean uniform shirt left.The badly stitched buttons bounced everywhere under his tug, and Morrison opened his mouth to protest but was pushed back by Reyes' outstretched tongue.When he realized it, his chest was wide open. "It's not fair," he said, and tugged at Reyes' belt.

Morrison had lived his life and never imagined that one day he would be so eager to untie a man's belt.

Reyes thrusts his hips forward in unison, making his big dick more visible behind the fabric.Morrison stared at the area longingly and fascinated, throat dry, fingers fumbling awkwardly up and down the belt.When the obtrusive belt fell to the ground, Reyes also took off his upper body. His muscular body appeared in front of Morrison, with broad shoulders and a perfect figure. This was the Reyes who was always in uniform. One of the reasons for attracting him - he is breathtakingly handsome.

Then Morrison noticed a couple of obvious bruises on his side: large, fresh bruises that weren't noticeable on his dark skin, but glared sharply in Morrison's eyes. "Oh my God," Morrison nudged Reyes's body with a finger. "You should stay in bed and let your blood vessels recover."

"I told you, I'm fine." Reyes held his wrist with such force that it would definitely leave red marks, "Can we stop at this time..."

"If you can promise me—"

"You still don't understand, I can't give you any guarantee!" Reyes growled from his throat, he pressed Morrison on the dining table involuntarily, and glared at him; Morrison thought of some kind of animal, that A ferocious and majestic animal leader who may lose his temper anytime and anywhere.Morrison groaned because of the pain in his back, and then realized that his pants had been pulled down completely. The next second, Reyes' wide palm covered it, and he only tightened it slightly and moved it up and down. Morrison's whole body was full of pain Was swept over and over by the electric current.

"Every step is like walking on a single-plank bridge for me. Undercover agents never make guarantees. We are all cowards!"

Reyes pressed his palm on Morrison's chest, thump, thump, Morrison's ever-increasing heartbeat echoed in the kitchen, and God could hear it clearly.Reyes was doing his handwork, his rough, cracked hands from the dry weather brushing Morrison's erect cock, oh shit, even though he was swearing, he still kept it maddening The rhythm moves up and down.It's so much better than Morrison's own ridiculous bathroom masturbation... He whimpers, begging Reyes to please please please please never stop.

It didn't take long for him to come, but it's nothing to be ashamed of, after all, it's damn comfortable, so comfortable that his scalp tingles and his eyes go blank.He huddled up on Reyes' expensive wooden dining table, waiting for the wave to pass while Reyes stood by, cleaning his hands with toilet paper.His crotch was still bulging - of course.

"You're not really a comforter," Morrison said between gasps. "You've never been a good partner."

"You're right," Reyes grinned. "Why do you think I've been single for so long?"

He leaned over and stuck out his tongue to lick Morrison's nipple. "Admit it, Jack, I've seen through you a long time ago." He whispered, "You care about me, you love me, you can't refuse me at all..."

Morris' fist hit Reyes firmly in the stomach.Sometimes it annoys him to be exposed mercilessly.

"You probably couldn't find a more asshole than you."

he cursed, and jumped off the table.He only took a few steps before he was caught by the people behind him.They wrestled for a while, with a few rough kisses, biting each other and swearing.After the orgasm, Morrison's legs gave out and he was thrown face-down onto the couch, with Reyes sprawling on his back like an ocelot.

"Let me fuck you, Jack," Reyes whispered in his ear, with a dangerous smile, "I gotta let you know that your boyfriend isn't a total jerk...his dick will make you forget Own name—do you believe it?"

Morrison sneered: "To be confirmed."

He really has a knack for pissing off Reyes.The person stacked on his back kneaded and pinched his butt restlessly, and the fingertips deliberately rubbed back and forth between the buttocks. The tiny numbness made Morrison uncontrollably let out a moan from between his lips and teeth, when When Reyes finally pushed his fingers in, he buckled and shivered in pain.

"Fuck," he growled, feeling Reyes' fingertips twirling slowly against the walls of his gut. "Can't you slow down? This is my first time doing this!"

"No," Reyes said roughly.

"Maybe I should just hang you there, hard until it hurts."

Reyes gave a fake smile. "That's a lot of imagination, Jack." He reached down and pressed Reyes' neck into the soft sofa cushion—and then pushed in two more fingers impatiently.Morrison tried to relax by recalling the cornfields he used to play in as a child, but it was completely useless, his muscles stiffened like a petrified spell; they couldn't kiss at this angle, Reyes used it like a masseuse Morrison calmed down when his free hand exerted pressure on the sides of his waist, where he was sensitive.When Reyes twirled his fingers, he realized in a daze that humans can secrete so much intestinal juice.

"You really amaze me." Reyes' voice came from behind. "I don't regret breaking you at all."

Morrison's heart stopped beating when Reyes' fingers touched his prostate - literally nothing more than being struck by lightning.Pleasure crazily swept over his body, like sinking into soft sand, swallowing up his poor consciousness bit by bit.What does Morrison, who has lost control of his brain, do but moan and choke, begging Reyes to slow down, or to "fuck it right now".

But Reyes pulled his finger out and just put him there.Morrison turned to see that he had fished out a condom from under the sofa cushion and was tearing it open with his mouth.

"You hide condoms under the sofa?" Morrison laughed hoarsely. "How many people have you been with here?"

"Just you," Reyes replied. "Be prepared."

When the fully erect cock was actually on Morrison's ass, he was really scared - Reyes' cock was so big that his cock head could barely squeeze in even if Morrison was terribly wet, and he was still feeling terribly astringent.Reyes' palms were sweating, and Morrison's shoulder blades ached from the pressure.The slow opening of the rear hole was both fresh and frightening. He didn't know how much Reyes' cock had to be pushed in before it stopped, and he couldn't estimate how little bit of pleasure would torture him. Let it go.Morrison can't justify himself in the pain and pleasure, and Reyes' murmur mixed with Spanish is undoubtedly an excellent aphrodisiac... Morrison floats up, he floats above the thick cloud of desire, but his body is getting bigger and bigger. sinking, sinking into the couch, sinking into the ground—falling endlessly.

At some point—perhaps from his boyfriend's merciless acceleration of thrusting—Morrison finally let go of his teeth biting his lower lip and began screaming uncontrollably.He could hear Reyes laughing conceited and lunging harder as he managed to pry his mouth open with his cock.He said, "That's it, Jack, yell, yell—do you feel me inside you, do you like it? Do you fucking love it?".The most slutty side of his body was greedily seen by the people behind him. Morrison should be ashamed, but his body told him not to restrain himself. He just needs to moan and scream to his heart's content, and Reyes will give him everything What he wants: Fuck him under the couch cushion and let him enjoy all the pleasures of the world.

At first, Morrison was still urging intermittently: "Hurry up... hurry up..." After a few minutes, breathing took all his strength.He guessed that he must be hypoxic, and his consciousness began to drift, the sound of the sofa creaking, the sound of the pouch slapping his butt, and Reyes' hoarse moan seemed to come from the other side of the sky, suddenly and far away. close.Morrison knew he was almost there, he was floating on his back in the waves of lust, rising and falling, the water was cold but he was hot.This feeling is so fucking good!After all, he has completely lost his ability to speak, so he can only use dirty words to describe this turbulent and intense pleasure that he has never experienced before.

Morrison had the best orgasm of his life.

Long, meaningless syllables came out of his throat, his body arched like an electric shock, and all his brains shot on his lower abdomen and sofa cushions.Reyes was released with him, kneeling on his back like a large animal.Morrison's hearing came back a little earlier than his sight, and he heard Reyes slump off the couch and sit on the floor, leaning against the cushions.

"Sorry for ruining your couch," Morrison said.Every time he uttered a word, he gasped twice.

"Go to the fucking couch," Reyes replied gruffly.

Fortunately, the embarrassment after making love did not exist between Reyes and Morrison. On the contrary, comfort and laziness slowly spread between the two.The back of Reyes' head was just under Morrison's eyelids, allowing him to take a closer look at his slightly curly dark locks of hair and the sharp line of his nose and jaw.

"I still remember my name."

"what?"

"You said, you're going to fuck until I forget my name. You lose."

"Always save some surprises for the next time."

Next time—yes, he and Reyes would probably have countless next times, after all, they both seem to be addicted to sex now.Morrison, facing up to the ceiling and the warm yellow glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, ran his hands nonchalantly through the ends of Reyes' hair.

"I'm not trying to keep chasing after you, mother-in-law, I know you're annoying," Morrison said, "I'm just—I'm just a little flustered, but I can't admit it. Although we both know this The dangers of this job, but when I was next to death for the first time, I still couldn’t help being afraid, especially the people around me, especially you.”

There was a short silence. "I know."

"It's not the first time you have faced danger. You must think I'm too immature. You're right. I became the captain for the first time, leading the young people to face-to-face with the Talon and the Dead Gang. The pressure and adrenaline made me special. Easy to get angry..." He let out a few dry laughs, "I just hope you can live."

"Alive is also my goal," Reyes said softly. "After all... After all, you are the only color in my gray world, although you are always reckless and stubborn, and stupid as hell. I don't want to let you down."

Morrison smiled.He got the first person in his life who wanted to love desperately, and Reyes got a person who made him feel loved again. Even if they survived with difficulty under the hail of bullets and unpredictable fate, they are always happy.

■

Of course Reyes didn't bother to prepare the guest room for Morrison, and Morrison followed him into the bedroom consciously, found a clean pillow and climbed into bed.Originally, they hugged each other for a while, but in the end they were completely defeated by exhaustion, entangled each other's limbs and fell into a deep sleep, dreamless all night.

He was woken up by the phone.It must have been ringing for a long time before Morrison was pulled out of his heavy sleep, and he half-closed his eyes to see that Reyes, with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, also looked utterly annoyed by the phone ringing.

It took Morrison three seconds to read the caller ID: Lena Oxton.He picked it up.

"Jack, why did you answer the phone?" The girl's high-pitched voice came from the receiver, "You are never late!"

"What time is it?" Morrison muttered, touching his watch.

"It's 37:30 in the morning, and it will be 38 minutes in [-] seconds. I sent you a message and didn't reply, orangutan is looking for you everywhere..."

"Who the fuck is calling early in the morning?" Reyes asked angrily, and he was a little too close to the microphone.

Lina's voice disappeared for a second as if it had been paused. "Oh my God," she asked in surprise, "are you with Gabriel?"

"Lena, please keep your voice down—"

"Are you in bed?"

"Lena—"

Lena ignored him at all and let out a high-decibel scream—"Jessie, you win! They really slept together!"

The background sound of the office was noisy, McCree let out a triumphant laugh, and finally Winston's voice appeared, yelling to stop them from making any more noise.Morrison could only sigh and hang up the phone.

"Everyone in the office knows."

"Sooner or later they'll have to know," Reyes said casually.

To save time, they took a hot shower (doing nothing but bathing) together in Reyes' spacious bathroom.Morrison's bottom still hurts, making him walk with a slight limp.Reyes took out a tube of ointment from the medicine cabinet and threw it at him: "Do you want to do it yourself or let me help you."

"Don't bother you, thank you." Morrison gave him a middle finger to his malicious smile.

Half an hour later, the two appeared in Winston's office together.Their superintendent was holding up two pages of newspaper, covering his entire upper body.

"Stop pretending, I know you're not watching," Reyes said lazily.He and Morrison sat down in chairs across from the desk.

"You're right, Gabriel." Winston threw the newspaper aside, and pushed his glasses seriously, "I was delighted at the successful completion of the task, and at the same time, I was sad because the two most proud detectives under my command were late for work." angry."

Morrison didn't want to make any excuses, and Reyes didn't even bother to speak.They huddled in their chairs in silence.

"However, first of all, congratulations." Winston actually smiled, "When I scooped up Gabriel, I didn't expect to find a boyfriend for this devil." He winked his eyes, "I Don't know how you do it, Jack, but there must be something special about you to have this guy on your ass."

"So you want to hear some details?" Reyes asked with interest.

"Of course not! I don't want to hear anything about young people's love affairs. I'm glad you are together, but please keep a low profile in the office, otherwise I will worry that those children will always listen to gossip and delay work. "

"We're just an ordinary couple, and we didn't come up with some test-tube babies." Reyes said flatly, and Morrison stared at him in horror, test-tube babies, seriously?

"It's not funny at all," Winston reminded him, "and now we've got to get down to business.

"Regarding yesterday's operation, the superiors gave very high praise, and we also got the stamp of the excellent branch from the director. Although this was just a test of the water, we still let Talon take a few boxes of supplies, but this is a Fantastic milestone and proof that we can keep going with this approach."

"It's also the most dangerous kind," Morrison added.

"Yes, playing a double agent is more difficult than being an undercover agent. We need to give Gabriel more understanding and—trust. We know that you chose to fight the Dead Gang under the crisis of revealing your identity. I can never give it I cannot comment because I am not the person involved, but I understand you and respect your choice."

"Thank you."

"The first thing you need to do now is to make sure and guarantee that Lacroix and the Dead Gang believe that you will continue to work for Talon, and report any lies in time. This operation requires a tight circle between the undercover and the police station. I hope that next time When something like this happens, you have the opportunity to inform me, or Jack, in time."

"I will."

"Thank you, Gabriel." Winston turned to Morrison, "Jack, I am very satisfied with the first time you led the investigation team to encircle and suppress Talon as the team leader. The feedback from several police officers is also full of praise. With the success of the undercover operation, I will continue to add more members to the Talon investigation team and expand our team. You still have a lot to learn. I don’t want to give You are under too much pressure, after all, the ability to lead a team cannot be cultivated through training, you need experience, years of experience can create an excellent leader."

His hands are folded on the desk. "You guys are going to start to flex your muscles in different ways, now is the last chance to back out."

"I don't regret it," Morrison replied first.He turned his head to look at Reyes, the outstanding undercover had a firm face, without squinting.

"I'm not quitting."

"Very good." Winston handed the two folders to their hands, "Then let's take a look at your next mission."

■

Morrison relaxed and made himself more comfortable in the passenger seat.Reyes stepped over the gear lever and kissed him in an odd position.Sticky kisses fell on Morrison's forehead, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his mouth, not exactly Reyes' style, but Morrison guessed that last night's sleep hadn't fully refreshed Reyes.Morrison, too, was so tired that he just wanted to sleep with his eyes closed.

A few minutes ago they were able to escape from the office with a "new mission background check" and get rid of the children's chattering questions.Hana kept asking "What's it like to kiss Jack? What's it like to kiss Gabriel?".Reyes responded "like kissing a hard marshmallow," and Morrison told her that kissing Reyes was no different than kissing a bull in heat.

McCree sent Reyes a box of large-sized condoms (with threaded bumps and a vanilla scent that smelled a bit nasty) straight to Reyes. "Bought it on Amazon when it was on sale," he said cheerfully, "as a gift to celebrate when you finally hit base. Oh yes, can you tell me where you did it? Next time I drop by your house I will Avoid it."

"At the dining table. And the sofa."

"Thank you, Reyes, I don't think I'll ever go to your house for a beer again."

And Morrison received a call from Anna, and he couldn't figure out how Anna knew about it in the first place.

"I'm so happy for you two idiots." Anna's tone reminded Morrison of his grandma, "You probably don't know how long Gabriel has endured, you can ask him how much he has done for himself thinking of your name Second hand-"

"Anna! I'm using the office phone!"

"Oh, well, sorry." Anna laughed loudly, "Maybe we can get together, the three of us, and talk about each other's embarrassing things."

"I'd love to," said Reyes dryly, burying himself in the report on his desk, "tell me about the life of a farm boy running barefoot in a cornfield."

So for the first time, they discovered how comfortable it is to hide in a car.They took a 10-minute nap (Reyes' snoring was so loud that Morrison recorded it on his phone), woke up to the harsh afternoon sun, and bonded like Siamese twins.Morrison couldn't help himself, his hands seemed stuck to Reyes' body, just as Reyes refused to move his lips from his face.

When they got tired of kissing, the two of them finally had a quiet chat.Morrison talked a lot about the past—how did they