Just a bit twisted

Half an hour later he found Rutledge on the terrace.

"I'm going home," Sean said.

Rutledge froze.He turned around with a cigarette in his hand.

Weird thing.Until yesterday, Sean thought he didn't smoke.

Rutledge took a deep draw on his cigarette and studied him with an inscrutable expression. "Why? We agreed to leave tomorrow."

"I have spoken to your father."

Rutledge froze for a moment, then a mocking sneer crossed his face. "How much did he pay you?"

"A lot. Only an idiot would say no."

Rutledge turned around. "Congratulations. This is the easiest money you've ever made."

Sean stared straight back at him. "Well, we've already agreed that I'm an idiot, haven't we?"

Brief silence.

Rutledge laughed. "You should have taken that money, Wyatt."

"I do not like him."

Rutledge turned again and threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his shoe. "No one likes him. It's not wise not to take that money for that reason. You and I know it, and we'll split it."

"You and I are clear, but he doesn't know." Sean said with his head held high. "Does it matter to you that I take his money? He thinks I'm your boyfriend."

Rutledge twitched his mouth. "My dad has been paying my boyfriends to break up with me since I was 15 years old. You're not the first one. The old man is so stubborn that he thinks it's just a matter of taking every guy I want to be serious about. Take it away, and I will marry an obedient little girl. But this time I was a little surprised. Generally speaking, only when the other party has been with me for more than a month—this is not a lot—he will not stand it. "

Sean glared at him. "You don't mean they each take his money."

"No. Not everyone. But most."

Rutledge's face seemed to be covered with a mask of unmoved indifference. Sean clenched his hands into fists and turned his eyes away from him. He suppressed the urge to reach out and touch him.

"You said he reminded you of me," Rutledge said. "But his problems went up to the next level. He just didn't know when to stop."

"Yeah," Sean muttered. "He's a narrow-minded, self-righteous, domineering bastard who distorts your personality. But that doesn't mean you have an excuse to make a difference. If you continue to be indifferent to everything and don't treat others as human beings If you don't, you will become another him. Do you want that?"

"I didn't bring you here to give me a psychoanalysis."

"That's right, that's not why you brought me here," Sean said, his voice much softer. "But I've had enough."

Rutledge's eyes sharpened. "What?"

"It makes me sick to be treated like cheap male whores by your family."

"I wouldn't call you cheap," Rutledge said firmly.

Sean chuckled. "Well, I deserve it. I need the money and I don't have the guts to say no, but now I feel sick. That's it, Professor."

He turned to go, but Rutledge caught up with him a few steps and grabbed his arm. "You can't just walk away. We have a deal first."

Sean watched him, ignoring the pain in his arm from Rutledge's grip. "We had a deal. I'm breaking it right now. I think what I got in this trip was worth more than what you gave me. You didn't have to pay for that shot last night. I'll pay you. "

He tried to free his hand, but Rutledge made it harder instead. "You can't leave just by saying leave."

"Why not? Why would you care about this?" He smiled brightly. "Didn't you say that as long as you finish fucking those straight guys, you'll find them boring? If that's the case, you'll save trouble."

Rutledge's lips pursed into a line.He let go.

Sean withdrew his arm and walked away.

***

When Sean dressed the two girls and took them out of the house, Rutledge's car was already waiting for them.

Sean stared out the window for most of the drive, pretending to admire the scenery as he flew by.All the way, only the twins were talking.He didn't go to see Rutledge, but the tension between the two was palpable, filled with anger and frustration.Sean didn't even know why.He didn't break up with Rutledge or anything; they weren't dating; there was no reason for him to be so irritated.He sucked his professor's cock for a few weeks (well, it's not something to brag about) and got paid to piss off Joseph Rutledge specifically for it.His prostitution was finally over, so now he had a few months to find a better job without having to worry about the bills every day.So everything is great.marvelous.There is simply no cure.

However, when the car finally stopped in front of the building where he lived, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

It took Sean a few minutes to get the two girls out of the car.Rutledge had already got Sean's luggage out.

"Thank you, I can just come by myself now," Sean said, without looking at the other party.

"Don't be a fool," said Rutledge, walking toward the building. "You don't have three hands."

"My younger sisters don't need me to hug them. They are old enough to walk by themselves."

Rutledge ignored his words, needless to say.Of course not.

"We'll go ourselves," Emily affirmed.

"But I want to be hugged," said the little bee.

Sean glanced at Rutledge's back, then picked up the two girls. "You don't even know where to go."

"I know your address. I have the ability to find out which apartment you have."

Xiao En frowned, although he was not reconciled, he had no choice but to follow behind him.

When they got to his apartment, Sean hesitated.He didn't want Rutledge to see the place.It wasn't that the place embarrassed him—well, maybe the place did.

He opened the door and ushered the girls in and closed the door, turning to Rutledge.

Rutledge put the suitcase down, looking indifferent.

"I..." Sean said, slightly shifting his body weight. "I'll see you later, I suppose."

Rutledge nodded grimly.But he didn't go.

Sean cleared his throat, hooked his trouser pockets with the thumbs of both hands, tipped his toes, and then dropped his weight back to his heels. "By the way, thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for letting me know I'm not straight."

"What?" Rutledge said, his tone barely moving.

"That's right. I don't know if you've noticed it, but I really like having sex with men." Sean smiled weakly. "I didn't expect it to be like this, but I really like it. I like it. So... I have a wider choice now. I think I have to thank you for this."

"Choose sides," Rutledge says.

"Yes." Sean rubbed the back of his neck. "I can date guys now."

There was a certain change in Rutledge's expression, but before Sean could recognize what kind of change it was, everything disappeared in an instant.

"You can," agreed Rutledge, and slipped his hands into his coat pockets.

Oh shit.How could it be so strange, so embarrassing, and so-he didn't even know what the hell it was.

Sean was sure that the tension and restlessness that filled the air was not imagined by him, but Rutledge still had a tight expression.Sean was pissed off.He wanted to see this mask of his come loose.He wanted to see his astonishment.

So he said, "You know what, I really can't wait to see what it's like to have sex with other men. It's new and exciting for me."

Rutledge looked away for a moment, then smiled. "Are you making me jealous, Wyatt? I don't play the game of jealousy. Only men who are petty and insecure and have no sense of self-confidence are jealous. People only get jealous when they care. I don't care. "

This subtext made Sean furious. "Why should I make you jealous? I don't like you. Your family is a disaster. You're a bastard, you're twisted, and you're afraid of commitment. And you don't like kids—that's obvious to me It's a big problem. The last thing I want is someone like you."

"Fine." Rutledge glared at him.

The eyes of the two collided, and a wave of erotic hunger surged towards Sean, making him breathless.

With trembling fingers, Sean fumbled behind him for the doorknob and staggered back into the apartment.

After closing the door, Sean leaned back against it, breathing heavily.

Hold.