Just a bit twisted

"But where are we going?" Emily asked, holding Sean's hand.

"Who will come to pick us up?" the little bee asked excitedly, holding his other hand.

Sean looked back and forth at the excited little faces of the two of them, and couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.What a terrible idea.

"A friend," he chose to answer the little bee's question, because he didn't know where they were going.Probably to visit Rutledge's father.Rutledge seemed to be at odds with his father - that would be an understatement - so even if Rutledge hadn't taken him on purpose to annoy his father, Sean doubted how sweet the family reunion would be .

It's not a great idea to pitch Emily and Bee in, but on the other hand... three thousand dollars.He would not have to worry about Mrs. Hawkins' wages for the next few months.

"Is it him? Is it him?" The little bee pointed at the black Mercedes parked in front of the building, jumping more happily.

"Probably," Sean said. "Let's go." He took their suitcase with one hand, and held the hand of the little bee with the other.Emily will follow the adults and not run around; the little bee is not so reassuring.

As they got closer, the door of the Mercedes opened.

Seeing that Rutledge had installed a child safety seat in the car, Sean couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Hey," he greeted Rutledge, full of embarrassment and bewilderment.It never occurred to him that Rutledge would meet his sisters. "Emily, Melissa, say hello to Mr. Rutledge."

"My name is not Melissa!" said the little bee, pouted.

Sean hides his smile. "Emily, Bee, say hello to Mr. Rutledge."

"Hi, Mr. Rutledge!" they both said in unison, and Sean felt a surge of pride.They were barely four years old, but they were extremely quick-witted and articulate.Like a pair of blond-haired cherubs, they smiled shyly at the man in front of them.Anyone with good intentions can't help but smile back at them.

Obviously, not Derek Rutledge.Rutledge sized up the two little girls for a while with eyes that looked at aliens, then nodded slightly, and then turned back and said to Sean. "Get them on the seats. I'll put your bags in the trunk."

Sean then rolled his eyes, wondering how on earth Rutledge got such a control freak attribute.There is no need to issue such an order, okay?

By the time the girls were settled in the backseat, Rutledge was back in the driver's seat.Sean glanced at his sisters again, then carefully closed the car door and sat in his seat.

"Before I go, I want to make my words clear," Sean said, speaking in a low voice so the girls couldn't hear him. "I know next to nothing about your family, but you can't involve my sisters in your conflict with your father. If anyone treats them badly, we'll leave immediately. I don't care about money. Understand ?"

Rutledge stared at him for a moment.

"Nobody treats them badly," he said, leaning over, pinching Sean's chin and kissing his lips.

Sean frowned—the time and place were inconvenient—yet Rutledge kept his face firmly on his lips, lips hard and hungry, tongue deep in Sean's mouth, determined and With a domineering aura, Sean soon felt at a loss as to what to do, and was completely immersed in this passionate kiss.Just kiss, kiss, kiss—

"Shawn, where are you hurting?"

With a gasp, he pushed Rutledge away, trying to focus on Emily. "What? No!"

A wrinkle squeezed between the two small eyebrows. "I thought you were in pain. You were 'uh-huh'."

Sean's face was burning, and he tried not to look in Rutledge's direction. "I don't have 'mmmm'."

"You have!" said the little bee with a puzzled face. "It's wrong to lie! You said it!"

Emily nodded. "And why did Mr. Rutledge put his tongue in your mouth?"

"Because your brother wanted something to suck on," Rutledge replied, starting the car.

Sean blushed and kicked him in the shin, but unexpectedly, the little twins seemed satisfied with this explanation, and then they started talking about other things.

He sat down in his seat.

Sean doesn't go to see Rutledge.He dare not look.

The dryness has not subsided, his skin is still tight, and his breathing has not calmed down.

Hold.what happened to him?

***

"So, what's the matter with you and your father?"

The car had been driving for more than an hour, and the girls both fell asleep.

Rutledge's eyes were fixed on the road ahead. "When is it your turn to care about this matter?"

"I don't know," Sean said, sarcastically. "You dragged me—and my family—uninvited to your father's house. Always thought he wouldn't be too happy to see us."

"He sure doesn't like it. If it makes you feel better to say it, he won't like to see me either."

Sean leaned back in the chair and looked at the side face of the other party. "I thought you were invited by him."

Rutledge gave a dry laugh.The sound was chilling. "With my father's arrogance, he would never invite me. He said 15 years ago that I would crawl back home when I had no money. He was very upset that the prophecy failed."

Sean's eyes widened. "You mean, you haven't been home in 15 years?"

"I can't wait to stay outside for another 15 years. I still think my sister is lying to me when she says he's not healthy. We're all dead and the old bastard won't die."

Sean was a little restless.I don't know what Rutledge's father did to be hated by his own son.

"Well, you were beaten by him when you were a child?"

Rutledge's mouth twitched. "Joseph Rutledge disdains such vulgarity."

"Ah." Sean hesitated. "So he kicked you out of the house because of your sexuality?"

Rutledge's fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter. "He didn't kick me in the first place. I walked by myself."

Sean felt that it was not as simple as he said.If Rutledge's father was still expecting his son to marry a certain woman, it meant he had never accepted his son's sexuality; he probably thought it was "curable."However, since Sean doesn't know Rutledge's father, he's just guessing.

"What is he like?"

Rutledge shrugged slightly. "Typical 'Old Money①', defiant, domineering, and stubborn."

①The original text is written as "oldmoney", that is, a wealthy family with huge family wealth passed down from generation to generation. "Old money" is equivalent to aristocratic social status in the United States. The translation here refers to some magazines.

"Well, then, he does remind me of someone."

Rutledge's body stiffened visibly.

Sean studied his broad, muscular shoulders, and the aggressive profile of his face.A touch of new stubble added a rough and tough look to him.Sean's gaze follows Rutledge's arms all the way down, from the biceps bulging under his shirt sleeves to the fingers of both hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly.Sean licked his dry lips, staring intently at Rutledge's hand.He recalled how those hands had grabbed his chin, clasped his neck—

"If you keep staring at me like this, before we get to our destination, you're going to get my dick in you anywhere."

Sean quickly turned his gaze back to Rutledge's face.Rutledge stared straight ahead at the road ahead.

He blushed hotly and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Rutledge just snorted coldly.

The two fell into silence, a dignified and tense silence, yet each other knew each other just about to move.

Finally, Sean couldn't take it anymore. "What do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean. Although you are a scumbag, you are not so stupid that you can't save yourself."

"Wow, thank you so much. I'm going to mark today on the calendar.' Professor Rutledge says I'm not dead stupid.' You know, I really appreciate you."

"Wyatt." Rutledge still refused to look directly at Sean. "You're not as straight as you think. Let me tell you: you look like I want to suck my dick."

Sean opened his mouth, closed it again without saying anything.Then he burst out laughing. "You think too highly of yourself."

Rutledge sighed, pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.He got out of the car without a word, walked to the passenger side, opened the door and dragged Sean out.

"Hi!" Sean said, turning his head to glance at the twin sisters, who were still fast asleep.

Rutledge closed the car door, dragged Sean out of the car, and walked toward the woods.

"Wait—" Sean had just opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Rutledge pushed him against the trunk of a big tree, and the other party put his hands on the trunk and surrounded his face in the middle.

Those dark eyes almost saw right through him. "I don't have the patience to play 'gay maladaptation' with you. I don't care how much you fool yourself into thinking you're straight through and through. But when I'm with you, I don't want to listen to your bullshit."

Sean laughed unashamedly. "You said you know better than me whether I'm straight or crooked. Don't you think that's too self-righteous?"

"Actually, I think you're bisexual, but it doesn't matter. I'm not saying I know better than you what turns you on. But I have eyes. I can tell a guy wants to give me What does it look like when you suck a dick."

"I don't want to suck your dick. I'll suck your dick if you pay me."

"Yes, I gave you the money," Rutledge said in a low voice. "But that doesn't mean you don't enjoy it. You have a bit of an oral phase, Wyatt. You have a very sensitive mouth. You like it stuffed. You like being kissed. You like being fucked." your mouth."

Sean shuddered. "I do not like."

Rutledge raised an eyebrow. "I'm done cumming and you're still sucking my dick in your mouth."

Sean felt hot all over, and he avoided the other party's sight.That's right, he has also noticed that he has experienced such a situation several times, but... "Even if what you said is true, it can't prove anything." It should be said that the stagnation of oral desire explains why he likes it very well. Rutledge kissing him, and why taking Rutledge's cock in his mouth felt basically... ok.

"You're right," Rutledge said. "Just because you like sucking another man's dick doesn't make you gay."

"Don't make fun of me."

"I didn't make fun of you."

The two looked at each other silently.

Sean sticks out his tongue and moistens his lips slightly.

Rutledge reached up and rubbed Sean's bottom lip with his thumb.

Sean was motionless, barely breathing.

While they were staring at each other, Rutledge slowly pushed his thumb into his mouth and gently parted Sean's lips.Sean tentatively swept the tip of the thumb with the tip of his tongue, and then...

He sucked.

Rutledge gasped sharply.He started pushing his thumbs in and out of Sean's mouth, keeping his eyes on him.Sean was blushing at the sight of him - he was sucking his professor's thumb like hell - but God, he loved it, his whole mouth was electrified.He just couldn't stop.He wanted to keep sucking like this.

When Rutledge pulled his thumb back, he gave a small snort.

"Definitely a lingering oral phase," Rutledge murmured, before ducking down to refill Sean's mouth with his own tongue instead of a thumb.

Several minutes passed, and Sean found himself lying on the grass at some point, with Rutledge's body pressing heavily on him.He groaned as he sucked on Rutledge's tongue greedily, thrusting his hands deep into Rutledge's hair.He could no longer pretend that it wasn't fun for him, and he no longer suppressed the sighs and groans of pleasure as Rutledge's tongue savaged his mouth.

"You can bark," Rutledge said in a deep voice, and he nibbled lightly along Sean's lower jaw, all the way to his neck.

Xiao En felt that the whole person was in a fog and couldn't catch his words, so he just pulled him back and let him find his lips again.He wants more kisses.He needs more kisses.

Rutledge satisfied him, kissing him deeply, his hand groping between their bodies, to do... something.

Sean's eyes widened when he felt Rutledge's hand wrap around their cock at the same time.His whole body tensed up.He is hard.He turned out to be hard.

"Damn it, forget about the straight ones," Rutledge said as he began to lick their cocks rapidly, kissing Sean deeper and more profligately.

Sean couldn't do anything but moan.He was already deep in it, unable to resist.He wants to cum.He couldn't help but start to move his crotch, to cooperate with Rutledge's jerk, feel Rutledge's cock rubbing against his own, just thinking about it all felt how wrong and at the same time enjoyable.

It didn't take long for their kiss to feel less like a "kiss" - more like devouring each other, lips and teeth fighting, biting and sucking.Sean rolled over slightly, raised one leg and hooked it to Rutledge, clasping the two of them together.A white light flashed, and he felt as if a raging fire was bursting up in his body, and the heat gathered in his lower abdomen and spread like ripples.He felt Rutledge growling, the voice was low and hoarse, accompanied by a tremor, the other ejaculated, and a pool of sticky, hot and humid liquid gathered between the two bodies.After a few more jerks, Sean came too, moaning and scratching Rutledge's back.

Opening his eyes slowly, he saw that Rutledge was standing and unzipping his pants.

Realizing his cock was still sticking out, Sean quickly pulled it back and zipped it up, his hands shaking.

He heard Rutledge walking back to the car. "One of them woke up."

Sean stood up. "They?" he said, unable to think of anything else in his mind except the fact that he had just had sex with a man,

"One of the kids," Rutledge said, getting into the driver's seat.Rutledge said the word "kid" in a childish way that sounded like aliens.Sean almost laughed at the thought.Almost.

Sean walked to the car and took his seat.

The little bee is still sleeping, but Emily is awake.Sleepily sucking on her thumb, she glanced between Sean and Rutledge. "You weren't there when I woke up."

Sean leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, baby. Are you scared?"

"I'm not a baby anymore," Emily said. "I've grown up. Are we there yet?"

"No," Sean said.

"Why did the car stop?"

Sean cleared his throat.How should he answer? "Because Mr. Rutledge has something to talk to me about."

Rutledge started the engine.

Emily yawned. "Why can't you talk in the car?"

"Because—because we didn't want to wake you up."

Emily frowned, but seemed to accept the explanation.Her eyelids gradually closed again.

Sean let out a long breath, turned his eyes away from her, and looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window.

"Put on your seat belt," Rutledge ordered after a moment.

Shawn puts his seatbelt on and mutters, "Control freak."

"Is your 'maladaptive period' over?" Rutledge said ironically.

"I'm not maladjusted." Realizing that his voice was a bit loud, Sean suppressed his voice. "Why am I maladjusted? Didn't you just call me on a plane. What a big deal. I haven't had sex in days and you know I get aroused when I kiss."

Rutledge didn't say a word, and looked back at the road ahead. The expression on his face was elusive.

Sean studied him. "You know, there's something I'm curious about," he whispered. "Why me? Why do you pay me so much money for me to give you a few mouthfuls? You don't have to spend money on sex. I can guarantee that there are many gay men who are willing to sleep with you .I mean, you're not ugly or anything. So why me?"

"Are you obliquely asking me to tell you how you are?"

"No. I'm really curious."

"I've wanted to fuck you since you stepped in my classroom a few months ago. Simple as that."

Sean moistened his lips, and a small throbbing started in his heart. "You've seen me so early?"

Rutledge snorted coldly and didn't even look at him. "I'm not trying to be unrequited or anything, Wyatt. I just want to get my dick in you. You just happen to be my thing."

"blond?"

"No. I'm not talking about your looks. In terms of looks alone, your friend, Ashford, is more to my liking than you."

Sean's heart was blocked.He wasn't sure why he was surprised by this.Christian is indeed charismatic.Hell, there's no one who doesn't bow down at his feet.With his dark brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and dreamy red lips, he was the exact opposite of Sean's type.Standing next to his friend, Sean always felt dwarfed, as if he was being compared.

"That is to say, if Christian asked you to pay for sex for credits, would you agree?"

Rutledge gave him a strange look back. "Won't."

The muscles blocking Sean's chest relaxed. "why not?"

"Because I don't want to fuck him," Rutledge said openly.For some reason, his expression became irritable. "Thinking that someone is good-looking is not the same thing as wanting that person."

"Then what do you mean I'm your dish?"

Rutledge did not speak for a long time, and Sean began to think that he would not answer.

When he spoke, there was a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "A corny joke. When I was in school, I was an unpopular nerd."

"Really?" Looking at the pretentious and arrogant man in front of him, it was hard for Sean to believe those words.

"Of course I do. I got my PhD at twenty-three, Wyatt. I don't have time for people."

"In this way, many things can be easily explained." Xiao En muttered. "Let me guess: You have a crush on a popular athletic guy who I look like?"

"You don't look like him at all."

"Then how do these connect with me?"

"As long as you don't interrupt, the answer will come out immediately." Rutledge pursed his lips. "He's the typical athletic guy who's popular at school. Of course, straight as an arrow, with a domineering face all day long, and I want to... I look at him and imagine myself taking my dick The way I force it down his throat. Imagine me making him kneel, making him beg me to fuck him. Making a straight little guy beg for my dick."

Sean swallowed and glanced at the girls behind him to make sure they were all asleep. "What do you want to say?"

Rutledge shrugged slightly, his eyes still on the road. "Straight guys who are beautiful and desirable: they're my thing. If you let me fuck you, I don't have feelings for you. My feelings for them always fade."

Sean folded his hands on his chest, and suddenly felt a chill.

"Who caused you to become like this?" He finally asked, staring at the rural scenery passing by outside the window.It was already beginning to get dark.

"what?"

"Someone distorted your personality." Sean turned to look at him. "Your way of dating is unhealthy, dating like this knowing it's going to break from the start - you don't like each other after you sleep with it - it's not healthy. And it's especially fucked when you're targeting straight guys you can't woo .are you afraid of commitment? or is there some other reason?"

Rutledge strained his jaw until the veins popped out of his neck. "Don't come with your pseudo-psychological analysis with me. The reason is very simple: I just like to seduce those little straight guys to fuck. I feel so good. Don't rush to call me an asshole: I and those people It's all clear. A lot of so-called 'straight guys' who are curious about same sex end up reverting to their straight lives, and I don't have long-term relationships with people. So it's a win-win deal for both parties. Definitely Don’t drag your feet.”

"Why don't you date people for a long time? You're already 33."

"So what?" Rutledge said. “I’m not the kind of man who dreams of living in a house surrounded by white fences and having 2.5 babies②.”

②The original text is written as "thewhitepicketfenceand2.5kids", which represents the ideal family blueprint of Americans, and 2.5 children is the average fertility level of American families.

Sean glanced at Emily and Bee. "I don't know either," he said calmly. "I've always felt that being gay is no different than being straight and that you end up wanting to settle down. Even Christian felt the same way."

"Christian?" Rutledge looked a little confused.

Sean frowned. "Is it my best friend?"

"Ah. You mean Ashford."

"Is there a mistake? You don't know his name?"

"Why would I want to know his name? He's just my student."

"I'm your student too, Professor."

Rutledge looked at him, one corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "Who says I know your name, Wyatt?"

Sean chuckled. "Okay. I'll just report to you. My name is Simon."

"No, you're not called that."

"A-ha!"

"Aha!"

Rutledge shook his head, looking back at the road. "Of course I know your name, but I don't think of you as 'Sean'."

"Normal. I didn't think of you as 'Drake,' either." In fact, it felt a little weird just to say the name.Sean let the name roll on his tongue.Drake.No.Rutledge is Rutledge.If he ever thought of Rutledge as Drake, Sean would have a big headache.

"Glad you and I agree," Rutledge muttered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Okay now come and kiss me."

Sean blinked. "What? You're driving."

"I'll keep my eyes open," Rutledge said dryly, without looking at him.

"are you serious?"

"I've never been serious, as you should know by now. I'm running out of patience."

Sean looked at Rutledge's lips and said, "Okay."

He quickly leaned over.

Rutledge tilted his head slightly and put a hand on the back of Shawn's neck as he kissed him.Sean sighed and began to suck on Rutledge's tongue.

After...a while, Rutledge gave Sean a final nip on his lower lip and pushed him away.

"You should let me fuck you," he said coldly.

Sean sat back in his seat, wiped his wet, swollen lips and took a deep breath.Rutledge's stubble pricked the skin of his face, burning it for a long time.