[Comprehensive British and American] Old popsicle online dating rules

Darkness magnifies all senses.

The strong smell of alcohol permeated the entire confined space, accompanied by the occasional panting sound, echoing in the ears like thunder.Garald involuntarily grasped the material under his palm, like a drowning person grasping the only driftwood, with such strength that he could even hear the unwilling groans of the fibers being gradually torn apart.

It's too much.

In the beginning, they were evenly matched, but under the siege of alcohol and super soldiers with four times the lung capacity of ordinary people, even Jarod could only raise his hands and surrender.Feeling that the air in his chest was being sucked out gradually, and his head was in a mess, he finally couldn't stand his boyfriend's enthusiasm, so he couldn't help but leaned back, and let out a pitiful sob from his throat.

But Steve didn't let him go.

The hand on the back of the head never relaxed, it was as unshakable as if made of steel, as if he wanted to rub the elf into his body.Although he could feel Garrod's slight struggle, he really didn't want to let go. He just snorted and moved away with his tightly pressed lips for a few seconds, giving the elf time to breathe, and then chased after him again.It goes back and forth like this, as if to use up all the time in this moment.

"do not……"

I feel like a bone that is licked by a big golden retriever and refuses to let go.In order not to let himself suffocate to death in this narrow closet, Garald took advantage of another breath, slightly moved the arm around Steve's neck, trying to push the man away from him .

However, almost at the same time as he made a move, his netizen discovered the attempt.Immediately, with a very vicious push, the elf was pressed against the wooden board of the wardrobe behind him, making a soft 'squeak'.

"...I said, this is your wardrobe."

It felt like the whole space vibrated, and then a sense of powerlessness of being held down and unable to move came clearly.Jialuode turned his head and tried to figure out what was going on for a while. Then he reached out and brushed off the clothes hanging on his head, and said in a daze, "Are you planning to run naked tomorrow after this is done?"

"I have a mission tomorrow, I can go in uniform."

Buried his head in the elf's collar, his hands and legs were so tightly entangled with him that he could hardly move.Steve sighed softly, and his warm breath brushed against his skin, making Mr. Elf shrink his neck uncontrollably:

"Besides, you were the one who hid in my closet first, and then pulled me in...Jiajia, don't you think you should take some responsibility?"

Hmm...it seems like this.

After thinking for a while with his brain that was not very bright, Garald nodded vigorously: "I see."

As he said that, he began to move around in the arms of the big-breasted netizen, as if trying to struggle to stand up.And trying to pull out the arm pinned to Steve's chest, intending to push the closet door open.

"what are you doing?!"

At any rate, he is a man, and he just gnawed in such a small space in the dark, how could he stand up to his messing around like this.Steve couldn't help gasping for air, and pushed back the elf who had straightened up his upper body. Something seemed to disappear in his eyes, and even his voice changed slightly.

"Get out." Unaware that he was challenging the moral bottom line of Captain America, Garald said without thinking: "Then find a place where Sol can't find it and hide."

Taking a deep breath, Steve hugged the elf even tighter.

"...then you should stay here first."

"Huh? Why?"

"Just... just don't move, wait for me...cough..."

"???"

Unable to get his point, Garrod was held in place with a dazed expression on his face.However, when he moved for no apparent reason, but was accidentally pushed against his thigh by something hard, Mr. Elf's expression quickly changed from bewildered to shocked, then to understanding, and finally froze on a man who wanted to laugh. On the expression of not daring to smile, it was difficult to hide the trembling of the shoulders in this posture.

"Don't laugh, Jiajia."

It was embarrassing to find a crack to get in.Steve said this a little sullenly, and he was sincerely thankful that the closet was dark, and it was impossible for Garrod to see his face that was so hot that it was almost on fire.

"I didn't laugh, cough."

Also as a male species, how could it be possible not to know what this represents.Although Jialuode said so, his tone was completely different: "Actually, it's nothing, Captain, you don't need to be so shy."

"...I'm not shy."

No matter how he heard it, he felt like he was watching his own joke. The big golden retriever bit his side neck annoyedly. After hearing Mr. Elf's muffled grunt, he rested his chin on Jarod's shoulder in satisfaction: "It's really nothing. Don't you often have similar reactions?"

this--

Not knowing how to speak, Garald fell silent for a moment.

And Steve immediately realized that things might not be as he imagined, and couldn't help being surprised: "Have you never had it?"

"How is it possible, I am a normal man... No, how is the male elf?"

Stretching out his only movable right hand, he patted the back of his head not lightly nor hard.Garald narrowed his eyes slightly, and carelessly rubbed the not-so-soft blond hair under his palms, trying to make himself ignore the firmness still pressing on his legs:

"It's just that elves are a little different from humans. Our sexual desire is not so strong, and we are not keen on things like increasing the number of races, and we get engaged very early, and have little need for sex. So for this question... ...Well, I'm really not familiar with it."

That's why he complained to Glorfindel at that time that their clan was full of frigidity.Even if you get married, you may not necessarily have one in a few hundred years, otherwise Middle-earth would have been occupied by elves after so many years, and there would be no human era.

"……so."

Because they were so close to each other, they could indeed feel that when they couldn't hold back, the elves really didn't respond at all, and the captain felt a bit stuck.But soon, his attention was attracted by another part of Jarod's words: "You said the elves would get engaged very early?"

"Based on our time, it's really early." Garald nodded, "Probably soon after reaching adulthood."

Steve said 'hmm': "And then?"

"...and then, I didn't."

Although the captain's tone was so calm that it couldn't be calmer, Mr. Elf could hear a subtle difference from it.Feeling that the force wrapped around him was getting stronger, Garrod paused, and raised a finger to swear to the sky: "Glorfindel once wanted to find it for me, but I didn't agree...Really, Captain, I didn't lie to you."

There was silence in the closet.

"Captain?" Not sure what his netizens meant, Elf moved a little anxiously, but accidentally bumped into something she shouldn't have touched, causing both of them to gasp at the same time.

"...Don't move around, Jiajia..."

The heat on his cheeks seemed to be spreading along the blood to his whole body, and only the last bit of reason remained to maintain his crumbling moral heart.Steve buried his face into the elf's shoulder suddenly, his arms couldn't help but tightened, and he decided to talk about something to divert his attention.

"I don't believe it." Trying to make himself ignore the discomfort in his lower body, he sighed silently: "Just now I just suddenly discovered that there are still many things I don't know about you—all I know is you Willing to tell me."

"But I'm willing to tell you anything you want to know." Without hesitation, Garrod replied.

"Anything is fine?"

"of course."

Captain America sighed more obviously: "Then will you tell me why you have been insomnia recently?"

"..."

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly speak like this, and Mr. Elf couldn't help being taken aback.

"How do you know..." I have been suffering from insomnia?

Instinctively asks back, but soon realizes that this is tantamount to admitting that he lied to Steve in the break room earlier.Garrod fell silent, pursing the corners of his mouth in the dark, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

... Still don't want to say it?

There was a flash of injury in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual gentleness.The captain rubbed his head comfortingly, and smiled, his voice obviously getting deeper and deeper in this confined space:

"It's okay, don't force yourself if you don't want to say it. Even if I don't know the reason why you can't sleep, I can do my best to help you—"

"no."

Before Steve could finish speaking, he interrupted him abruptly.Jialude lowered his eyes, looked at the faint shadow in the darkness in front of him, and shook his head slightly: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I just don't know how to tell you."

The fingers inserted into his hair curled up uneasily, and Jarod paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to speak.After all, it took more than courage for him to tell the truth that he had never said before.

"I actually know him, Captain." The elf sighed slightly: "It's the man in the black cloak you are going to track down, who was called 'Sin' by Hydra—"

That's a really long, long story.

From the moment when the Silmarillion was forged to the tragic third kin massacre at the mouth of the river, Garrod slowly described to Steve the grievances and grievances of their family, including the sins that he himself could never wash away.The blood and fire that can be seen when he closes his eyes has almost run through most of his life so far, spreading from time, and finally, thousands of years later, when he saw the old man in the dungeon, it became a scar on his chest. A lonely and fatal scar.

"I should have killed him then."

Looking blankly at his hand hidden in the darkness, Jarod's voice sounded light and fragile like snowflakes: "In this way, he can return to Mandos without a fallen soul. No matter how many centuries and thousands of years have passed, one day Can be reborn as an elf again."

Instead of wandering in Middle-earth like ghosts carrying hatred and darkness like now, they will never be able to return to the land favored by the gods and become the root of everything that is destroyed.

"But it wasn't your fault."

Feeling the elf's depression, Steve stroked his neck, which had been severely bruised by the black cloak, and frowned tightly: "You just want to save him, there's nothing wrong with that. His depravity is only because of himself. , has nothing to do with you."

"But he does hate me."

Garald shook his head: "No matter what it should be, this is the reality now... and I am indeed not an innocent person."

The incident of 'Xin' involved too long a memory, no matter how much time passed, the blood of Swan Harbor was his deepest fear.Even at this moment when the two clans have long since reconciled and all the elves have left westward, they are still entrenched in his heart like a shadow, like a maggot tarsus, and there will never be peace.

This really wasn't something he could resolve in a few words, and Garald had to figure it out on his own.

After silently listening to the elf's flat and waveless narration, Steve pursed his lips and patted the elf's back comfortingly.After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly: "Can I help you?"

"You're already helping me." Garald smiled softly, "It's really much better to say it, you know, it's easier for two people to know than for one to bear it."

"But I don't want you to stay awake."

Raising his head, his right hand covered the elf's eyes that were as bright as a starry sky. The captain's tone was also very sincere: "You always think too much, and I can't see what is going on in your mind at all."

Well this.

Garrod pondered for a moment.

"Actually, I have a way." Moving his legs, rubbing against something that was still firm, he approached Steve's ear, and said, "You can make me think about nothing."

"..."

It's literally playing with fire.

"Are you serious?" The scorching heat didn't stop for a moment, but got hotter and hotter. Steve's eyes, which had already lost much stamina, suddenly became dark.

"I'm serious, anyway, you won't be able to get rid of it for a while. It's okay to help you get rid of it by the way."

Probably also bewitched by the continuous heat coming from his body.Mr. Elf withdrew his hand on the head of his netizen, followed his waistline all the way down, and quickly disappeared between the two fit bodies.At the same time, Steve shuddered all over, his back arched violently, and a suppressed moan escaped from his throat.

Garrod smiled slightly.

"I'm actually not easy to mess with, Captain."

Pulling the distance between the two of them a little, and looking at the patient expression of the man in the darkness, Mr. Elf said triumphantly: "Don't think that you will definitely have the upper hand."

"……Yeah……"

Under his preemptive attack, he almost dropped his helmet and armor, but the restraint in his eyes was slowly replaced by a slightly crazy darkness.Steve looked at the elf who didn't know what was going to happen in front of him, and was silent for a while, then without any scruples, he grabbed Jarod's wrist and pushed his knee between his legs.

"Then let's do our own thing, shall we?"

The voice became hoarse little by little in the narrow space.He licked his dry lips, lowered his head, but instead of chasing the other's lips and tongue, he moved lower and bit his fragile throat.

Garald gasped involuntarily, and instinctively leaned back.Then, that person took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and directly pressed against the wardrobe door, unable to move anymore.

"Let me see how you're not easy to mess with, Garrod?"

Steve raised his eyebrows, signaling the elf's challenge.

And he readily agreed.

Anyway, the night is still so long.