CM The future I see without you

"Why?" Jacques rubbed his temples in pain, his eyes drooped, and his whole body leaned on Reid, complaining vaguely, "I'm so sleepy, Spencer, how can you be like this... Diana..."

The gate of the nursing home has been closed, and even the security room is only quietly turning on a small goose yellow light. Reid fastened Jacques' seatbelt and said, "We have to go, Jacques, it's getting late, Diana needs to rest, and you should too."

"But I want to sleep."

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?" Reid coaxed, kissing Jacques' forehead, "It's only a 15-minute drive from your house, soon, I promise."

Even though it's late at night, Las Vegas seems to be just getting its act together. Reid drove his rented jeep, passing by all kinds of Maserati, Cayenne, Ferrari and other luxury cars. People of all colors bustled on the street, and the gorgeous lights of big hotels and casinos were dazzling. The splendid city that never sleeps attracts tourists from all over the world with its most magnificent gesture.

And Reid just wanted to go back quickly, and the young man beside him was obviously too sleepy.

But Jacques didn't end up in his bed 15 minutes later, as Reid said.He leaned against the car window with a sleepy face, forced himself to watch Reid keep flipping the pockets of the suit jacket he took off, and then put the clothes back in the car with a frustrated face, saying: "No, Jacques, the clothes There is no key in it, think again, where did you put it when you went out?"

"I'm sleepy."

"Jacques!" Reid sighed and kept looking around. This is obviously a senior community with tight security. Just the security guard who came in stared at Jacques' face and ID for 5 minutes He didn't want to be kicked out because of such a low-level excuse as not having a key. Reid stared at the sleepy-eyed young man, and said discouragedly, "Did you not bring the key with you? God, I should check again! Jacques, think again, huh? Isn't there any fingerprint lock here? something?"

"Maybe? But I don't know. Forget it, why don't I climb up?" Jacques muttered.

Reid turned around, took a step back, looked up at the luxurious villa across the vast garden and the tall surrounding walls, and at the camera and siren with red lights on, and said with his forehead: "Forget it." Okay, let's go to the hotel for one night first. Do you have a change of clothes? Oh, yes, you didn't bring anything..."

"Hotel?" Jacques finally opened his eyes when he heard this. He tilted his head, looked at the doctor who was sitting back in the driver's seat, and said with disgust, "I won't go to the hotel."

"Where are we going?" Reid looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "This is Las Vegas. I didn't make an appointment in advance. I can't guarantee whether there is a hotel that can accommodate us."

Jacques thought for a moment and said, "Go to Wynn. I'll make a call."

The action of starting the car in Reid's hand suddenly stopped, and the famous garden-style hotel in the United States immediately appeared in his mind, but the deepest memory was not its expensive charges, but that he was once caught by this hotel because of card counting. The casino where the hotel stayed was put on the blacklist, and he was not allowed to enter for life.

"Let's go, Spencer, I really want to sleep." Jacques muttered, let go of the phone that ended the call but the screen was still on, his head was turned to one side against the car window, and his eyes were closed , slowly slowed down the breathing.

He fell asleep again.

"Okay, let's go there." Reid looked at his peaceful sleeping face, thought for a while, and said.

**

"Sir, I'm sorry, we can't go in here at will." The upright doorman in a small brown-red vest stood in front of Reid, the corners of his mouth were pulled apart abruptly, showing an indescribably sarcasm-like polite and cold expression. smile.

Reid froze for a moment. He followed the doorman's gaze and lowered his head. He saw the pair of black canvas shoes on his feet that Jacques had disliked for a long time, and the brown-yellow leather messenger bag slanting across. He also looked at the huge glass window. Behind the door, in the hotel lobby with radiant crystal lights and bright white marble floors, he smiled helplessly and said, "Um, I'm here to check in. We..."

"Huh? Is that so?" The doorman looked back at his companion behind him and asked back in surprise.They laughed for a long time, and when Reid's ears were completely red, he said slowly: "Boy, I don't think you are an adult yet? Do you know how much a room here costs a night? You leave now, and I will Act like you didn’t see anything, or else…”

"Otherwise, how about it?" Jacques came from behind, standing between Reid and the doorman, with his head slightly lowered, his wide and big European-style double eyelids were narrowed, and the inner corners of his eyes were sharp and extended downwards, usually gentle as water At this time, his eyes were more like a lonely and ruthless wolf on the vast ice field. The doorman froze suddenly, his animal instinct made him tense his muscles, and he took a step back unconsciously, widening the distance between them. He stared tremblingly into the young man's eyes, swallowed, and said, "No, sir, I, I didn't mean that..."

"It's okay, that's not important anymore." Jacques smiled slightly, his eyes were like the blue lake water that melted in spring, as if the coldness before was just an illusion.

In just a moment, the doorman felt that the white staff shirt he was wearing inside was soaked in sweat. He watched the handsome young man take the right hand of the thin man and walked into the lobby without looking back.

"Are you all right?" The companion waited until the two had gone far away before he dared to ask.

The doorman wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve before replying in a daze: "I, I'm fine..."

"Who is that man?" The companion patted his chest, exhaled, and said, "I'm so scared to death, I'm going to call security."

The doorman didn't say anything more, just silently watched the luxury cars slipping in silently in the middle of the night, and the bright and beautiful ladies were decorated with beautiful gemstones, elegantly wearing suits and leather shoes around them. The man's arm, and walked past her with a soft smile.The crowd came and went at the gate, and none of them seemed to notice the little farce just now.He took a deep breath, calmed his rapid heartbeat, and walked to the next car parked at the door.

"Mr.Sauniere, everything is ready, please come this way." The middle-aged man in a straight black vertical stripe suit and a dark blue tie walked towards Jacques with a smile from the other end of the aisle. He stretched out his right hand, thinking He wanted to shake hands with Jacques, but withdrew his hand under Jacques' cold gaze.

"Just take us there," Jacques said.

Side by side, Reid and Jacques followed the man, dodged the drunken crowd, walked along a jungle-like garden path filled with huge tropical trees, got into a black stretch Cayenne, and circled a small artificial car. It took about ten minutes for the waterfall to drive in a straight line before it stopped safely in front of the wall of a luxurious private villa. He watched the man take out the pass card from the inside pocket of the suit jacket and put his right thumb on the door. On the device, the fence slowly rose upwards.The car slid into the door quietly, and Reid looked at the swan-shaped street lights on the side of the garden road and the white rose bushes blooming silently under the soft white light, and felt that it would take five or six minutes to drive to the gate of the villa at this speed time.

Along the way, the man kept wanting to say something, but Jacques always had that indifferent and gloomy expression, looking out the car window, Reid could see that the smile on the man's face was about to lose its hold.In fact, Jacques was not unhappy at all, maybe the doorman's obstruction and contempt did make him unhappy, but Reid knew that Jacques had too many means to deal with it, and he didn't take this matter seriously enough.

Jacques' indifference was more because he woke him up from Diana's arms and refused to let him go back to sleep.

The car stopped, and a maid in an off-white dress bent down to open the door for Reid outside the car door.

Reid thanked him with a smile, then rejected the man's kindness, bent down and hugged Jacques who was dozing off with his eyes closed. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the room?"

"This way please, sir." Another maid who looked older slowly walked over from the side of the hall, she gave Reid a strange look, and then all her attention was on the sleeping young man in his arms up.

Reid hugged the young man towards him, turned his body sideways, and blocked the maid's probing sight.

The maid took Reid all the way to the second floor, turned a big round corner, passed through a small hall like a leisure room, and opened a door respectfully.She didn't stay outside the door, but went in first by herself, lifted the off-white cashmere waffle blanket and the soft duvet on the bed for Reid, watched him gently put the young man on the soft bed, and leaned over again After covering Jacques with the quilt, he bowed slowly and left the room.

Reid watched Jacques loosen his frowning brows, rub his head against the gray pillow, and fell asleep, and then slowly heaved a sigh of relief.He looked around, only to realize that the room was almost all minimalist and cold gray and white tones, very much like Jacques' apartment downstairs.He gently pushed open the small door on the side of the bed, and there was a spacious washroom inside. The floor was not like the dark brown solid wood floor that was lined up with rows of fish bones outside, but a large area of ​​beige with small irregularities. Marble tiles with light brown-yellow patterns.

Reid walked in, and the white sink was filled with all kinds of toiletries, all of which were Jacques' usual brands.

This is simply a luxury version of Jacques' apartment, except that the location has been moved to the Wynn Hotel in Las Vegas, where the land is very expensive, and the floor area has been expanded to 700 square meters, and dozens of servants have been added... that's all. Bar.

Reid sighed, feeling like Cinderella who came to the prince's grand ball for the first time, although his prince abandoned him early and fell asleep.

He walked out of the bathroom and pushed open another door. This room was larger than the bathroom, and the surrounding walls were designed to be recessed backwards. The two cabinet doors were tightly closed, and in the center was a meter. There is a small white sofa, and a nanmu table is placed at the end.A small black remote control sits on the glossy tabletop.

Reid thought for a while and pressed the "on" button.Then, the doors of the cabinet on the three walls were opened silently to both sides at the same time, revealing the shirts, suits, bathrobes... and other clothes placed inside.The other is full of leather shoes, almost all of the same style, the same black.

Reid pulls off a piece of clothing, unsurprisingly Jacques' size, but with no logo or tag.

"Spencer?" Jacques rubbed his eyes, leaned against the door of the changing room, and asked vaguely, "What are you doing?"

"Jacques," Reid put the clothes back, walked out of the changing room, sat on the sofa not far from the bed, and asked, "Is this your home? I saw..."

"Just a place to stay," Jacques explained.

"Oh, then, okay then." Reid replied, without much surprise on his face, he just sighed, "I know you are rich, but, just, I don't know, it's that rich."

"If you save the money to buy books, I think you will be the same as me." Jacques squinted slightly, untied his tie in the mirror of the dressing room, and complained, "I think the books in your living room can We have opened a library, and last time Morgan said that if his investment failed, he would secretly go to your place to steal books and sell them on Amazon."

"..." Reid looked at him speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

Jacques' limp fingers kept wrapping around the tie, but he couldn't untie it.He put down his hand in frustration, turned around, and said to Reid who was watching the show, "Can't you come and help me? I have to beg you."

"Jacques, you're not asking for help."

"Then are you coming?"

Reid raised his eyebrows, Shi Shiran came to Jacques, he was very close, the distance was so small that Jacques could hear the sound of breathing and the rise and fall of himself and him in the quiet and small space, the distance was so close that only Jacques With a little foot or Reid bowing his head, the lips of the two can kiss with precision.

The drowsiness and fatigue went away with the hot breath of the person in front of him. In Jacques's eyes, there were only the doctor's affectionate and penetrating brown eyes, and there was his own reflection in them.

"Spencer…" Jacques heard himself whisper.

Reid lightly put his slender index finger on Jacques's pale lips, and when the young man calmed down, he continued to lower his head, and carefully untied the tie that was tangled up by the young man.

With an IQ of 187, three doctoral degrees, strong memory and calculation ability, the doctor not only untied the tie tied under the young man's white collar, but slowly moved his fingers with distinct phalanges to untie the tie. The smooth and round buttons reveal the lean and pale chest of the young man.

"Jacques." Reid opened his eyes slightly, and the warm shirt in his hand fell on the smooth floor, and the small golden cufflinks made a crisp sound when they collided with the marble, but none of this could move Looking at Reid, he cautiously stretched out his right hand, and gently slid it down from the young man's shoulders and sternum angle. His pale skin was covered with dense scars, some new and some old, like an ugly vampire prison. firmly attached to the angel's body.

"Come on, Spencer." Jacques said, he casually took out an off-white bathrobe from the cabinet to cover his scars, and was about to put it on, but was stopped by Reid.

The Doctor whispered, as if reproachfully, "For so long, I didn't notice...Jacques, I'm sorry..."

His sensitive fingertips slid along the deep brown scar at the angle of Jacques's sternum to the fifth and sixth ribs on the left mid-clavicle line. heart. Reid thought, in the hospital, he had such an opportunity to clean JAcques' body, but he lost it because he was too busy at work. At home, he would lie down beside him and fall asleep, while he would only hold a book and tell him profound ancient literature .

After confirming the relationship, Reid did secretly search the Internet and books for how the two men dealt with them, and even listed hundreds of precautions in detail, but he felt that something was wrong.When he was still in college, the sentences in the books always described these things as fanatical and obsessive, but he couldn't agree with them in his heart. At that time, he didn't understand or understand people's attachment to the bed, even Sometimes I think that platonic love is the most suitable for me.

But in the face of Jacques, the previous beliefs were always broken one by one, and the previous cognition had completely changed. Reid felt that he had changed, became swollen, anxious, and floated.More importantly, he became dissatisfied, always wanting more with Jacques.

Reid caressed the scar, and leaned down gently. The moment his warm lips touched the skin, Reid clearly felt the person in his arms tremble.He didn't stop there, but followed the scars, densely packed, gentle and passionate, to the slender and sensitive neck, to his thin lips.

Like a silent exchange of emotional codes, the air is filled with love and desire combined into one. Reid's left hand tightly hugged Jacques' waist, his right hand rubbed the youth's black hair, and his fingers touched the sensitive nerves of the scalp.

Jacques leaned back slightly under coercion, he felt that he was about to suffocate, his breathing was constantly deepening and becoming rapid, his head was dizzy, and the whole world seemed to lose the shackles of gravity, floating in mid-air middle.

No one knows when this ecstasy and unforgettable kiss will end. In the end, Jacques' impression was only Reid whispering hoarsely in his ear.

He said, "Go to bed."