CM The future I see without you

Reid took the hand on Jacques' forehead away, with the scorching heat on the back of his hand and the young man's deep breath, he got out of bed gently, picked up the white bathrobe that fell on the ground, put it on, and just tied it , There was a crisp knock on the door.

Reid walked around the small living room of the room, opened the door, and there were two maids whom he had never seen before.

"Sir, breakfast." Two young blond maids held two desks in their hands, on which there were orange juice, warm water, sausage, bacon, roasted tomatoes, mushrooms, baked eggs, bread... Exquisite white porcelain Two blooming iris flowers are embossed on the edge of the plate, just like the patterns on Jacques' shirt cuff buttons.

"Ohh, emmm...let's put it here first." Reid hurried over to take over a small table, put the breakfast on the long table beside the bed, and said.

The maids put down the table and did not leave in a hurry. One of them stepped forward and said to Reid softly: "Ms. Alicia told Mr.Sauniere to put the usual medicines in the small cabinet next to the bed. If you have any special needs, please Use the bell next to the bed."

Reid thought of the older lady with the silver strands in her hair from last night, and nodded to show that he knew.

The maid backed out quietly, Reid closed the door gently, walked to the small cabinet next to the bed, opened the drawer, and there were neatly placed colorful small medicine bottles, he took out one, and used In dark blue ink, the name of the drug in French and the one-time dose are written squarely, and the date of opening the bottle and expiration date is marked on the back.

After thinking about it, Reid picked out an anti-inflammatory drug and antipyretic for Jacques to take.The medicine didn't take effect so quickly, and he didn't wake up the young man. Instead, he returned to the bed, hugged him softly, and looked through the eyes quietly with the thin and bright light through the transparent curtain. Books to bring with you.

When Jacques woke up, it was already afternoon, and the orange-red sunset shone into the young man's confused eyes through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Reid pressed the call bell and asked the kitchen to bring another dinner.

"No strength...no appetite..." Jacques buried half of his head in the quilt and rubbed against Reid's chest, his face turned sideways and he resisted softly, his voice was still a little hoarse.

Reid put the glass full of juice to Jacques' lips, persuading: "Then drink some juice first, you haven't eaten anything since last night."

"No." Jacques turned around, but his whole body seemed to have been sucked out of all the bones, muscles and connective tissue were weak like hydrogen balloons floating lightly in mid-air, and his temples throbbed with pain when he moved. The lingering dizziness and soreness in the unspeakable parts made him limply collapsed in the doctor's arms. Reid's large bathrobe was wiped away by the black head, revealing layers of dark red hickey marks. There was even a shining tooth mark on his shoulder. Looking at the clear tooth mark, Jacques couldn't help replaying yesterday's scene in his mind, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his breathing became deep and long.

Reid suddenly felt the person in his arms quiet down. He looked down, and saw that Jacques' ears were red, and his whole face was almost buried under the quilt.He laughed softly, put the cup on the side cabinet, and fished out the young man with his left hand. There were still marks from yesterday on his chest. Reid's breath was stagnant, he couldn't He lowered his head in control, and gently kissed the pink marks left by last night when they met each other.

Jacques really doesn't have the strength to resist, the current doctor seems to have opened the door to a new world, every nerve is clamoring for more pleasure, like a beast that doesn't know how to be satisfied.He gave a soft □□, and stroked the doctor's cheeks with both hands, rubbing the delicate skin against the newly grown stubble. Reid loves this kind of ear-to-eye contact and skin-to-skin interdependence. He smiled softly, causing his chest to vibrate, and the joy was progressively layered. Jacques looked excited and nervous, as if he heard the sound of Las Vegas not far away. A huge plane flew in the sky, the engine roared and made noise continuously, the sound spread, gathered, collided, soared into the sky and then scattered on the surface of rigid objects in all rooms...

The distance between people is as close as conjoined twins, wishing to blend with each other like melting ice cream. The morning bell on the tall building on the campus in elementary school echoed in Reid's ears. It was clear and pleasant to the ear, and the light of day rose and diffused from the towering attic.The humming of hula-la pigeons in the middle of the resplendent smoke and dust, the singing is intertwined with the distant bells, echoing over and over again in the mind for a long time.

When the two woke up, the sky had already darkened, and standing by the window, they could see the shining stars in the distance. Jacques broke out in a cold sweat, and after taking a shower, he felt much more comfortable.

"Are we really going to that show?" Jacques said, pulling out a shirt from the closet and putting it on.

Reid hugged the young man's waist from behind, looked at the two in the mirror, and said, "That's David Copperfield, Jacques, I want to go."

"Oh, God, don't look at me like that!" Jacques turned around and covered the doctor's innocent and yearning brown eyes with his palms, the curly eyelashes kept itching the sensitive palms, Reid smiled softly, He held the young man's slender wrist and put it down, persuading him: "Go, huh? I've already bought the ticket. Besides, don't you like my little magic trick? Remember? The poker card from last time..."

"Ohhh...uh, well, well...I don't know why you are so interested in magic." Jacques let go of the doctor's restraint, buttoned his clothes in front of the mirror, and muttered.

Reid pulled his hair behind his ears, and gently turned the young man to himself. He lowered his head slightly, took the buttons in Jacques' hands and fastened them slowly and carefully one by one.

He added, "Actually, at noon tomorrow...well, I mean, there's an art exhibition of animation here, and they're going to..."

"No, I won't go to a place like this... well, where there are a lot of sophomores, Spencer." Jacques refused decisively.

"But there's going to be a Star Wars concert there, Jacques," Reid added softly.

"Spencer, just because I like playing games doesn't mean I like these things." Jacques tucked the buttoned shirt into his suit pants, and in the mirror was a handsome and charming noble gentleman again. He turned sideways and opened the drawer , took out a pair of small golden cufflinks from inside, and when he was about to button them, he found that the doctor was still standing there numbly.

"You haven't changed yet? Are you going to go out in your bathrobe?" Jacques asked him looking up.

Reid didn't care too much, and said, "I'll be right away, 1 minute is enough, I'm not like you..."

"What? What's wrong with me? Huh?" Jacques' eyes widened, round and round, like a cat with fried fur.

Reid stopped in time and disguised, "Nothing nothing."

"Hmph." Jacques thought for a while, and then said, "Why don't you wear my clothes, the size is about the same anyway."

"But I'm 3 centimeters taller than you." Reid explained the facts, and said, "And my weight is 0.5 kilograms heavier than yours, so I guess my size..."

"It's okay, Spencer." Jacques held back his breath, interrupted the doctor's chatter, and said, "If the size is wrong, I can send someone to send a new one, anyway, today, oh no, you have to wear it for the next week, I , ready clothes!"

"Are you really so disgusted with my shirts? They are all old American brands, soft and tough, and have been with me for three years and six months."

"So you haven't updated your wardrobe for three years?" Jacques said incredulously, "That's just right, let's just go shopping today, take this opportunity and change your canvas shoes too."

Reid looked helplessly at Jacques's sudden high interest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Jacques smiled triumphantly with his head raised, stood on tiptoe, kissed the doctor hard on the face, and slipped away from Reid's arm before Reid deepened the kiss, and went to another large cabinet to serve the doctor Choose clothes.

"However, if I change it, you have to change it too?" Reid squinted his eyes and propped his chin to look at the young man who was about to throw himself into the closet, and said, "Although your clothes are changed every season , but, you see, these styles have never changed. Jacques, all your socks are uniform black cashmere socks, white shirts forever, black suits, black leather shoes..."

The only lively scarf the young man has is the goose-yellow scarf with a kitten pattern woven by himself.But frustratingly, Jacques said it didn't match his suit at all, so he didn't wear it once.

Jacques thought for a while, turned around and nodded to the doctor's expectant eyes, shrugged indifferently, and said, "Okay."

**

Although he rejected Reid mercilessly in words, Jacques quietly asked Alicia to book two VIP seats, but Alicia replied that there were all standing tickets.

Jacques suppressed the pungent smell of sweat and alcohol in his nostrils after the carnival, and stayed next to Reid to accompany him through the two-hour concert.When he walked out of the lobby, Reid was as excited as a child, chattering about Skywalker and Han Solo, until he got back in the car and was given a mouthful of ice water by Jacques before he gradually calmed down.

"Jacques, I'm glad you came with me." Reid said with a smile.

"Wait, you, only, are you happy?" Jacques straightened his back, stared at his shining eyes, and asked him incredulously. He even prepared him the doll that was said to be limited to the world, but now there is only an understatement " happy"? Jacques then asked, "Aren't you... surprised? Surprised? Emmm... or something?"

"Jacques, I'm a professional profiler." Reid said with an innocent shrug. "I can see what you do. Like... oh, like, yesterday you were holding your phone while watching The Magic Leaving the field, the search records of the IPAD, you who have no work and stay in bed every day, but you went out for a morning run alone this morning..."

"Okay, okay." Jacques deflatedly leaned into the arms of the smiling doctor.

"Where do we go next?" Reid asked.

"I don't know. Gambling?"

"Oh, no, I've been blacklisted by all the casinos here."

"So what?" Jacques said indifferently, "Let's go, let's go to the casino!"

In the next seven days, they abandoned all the unpleasantness and work chores before, just like tourists who have just arrived and are fascinated by this bustling city. Jacques' eyes are always shining. He wears the short-sleeved short-sleeves Reid chose for him with a red love printed on his feet and flip-flops. He takes Reid to see flamingos, Lake Como, and Caesars Palace Square. Hell Restaurant, Jacques discovered that Reid didn't like the traditional malt vinegar but preferred the weird curry mango sauce. Jacques forgot the aristocratic etiquette he had accepted since he was a child, and he and Reid were holding a box full of Yorkshire couscous fried fish and scrambling to eat.

He often wandered around and was dragged to various bars by the people he met. Jacques couldn't drink, so Reid ordered a glass of lemonade from the bartender for him.Maybe the atmosphere is too intense or ambiguous, maybe the ensemble of guitar and jazz drums is just right, or it's just that Jacques has an innocent and charming face and a unique temperament, even if he only wears white clothes with simple letters Holding a glass of the cheapest lemonade in short sleeves, he is always surrounded by layers of beautiful girls.

Many times, when Reid came out of the toilet, he could still see a few men in expensive suits with big backs, smiling and whispering in Jacques' ear, and Jacques always responded indifferently.

But it is such an indifferent expression and alienated eyes that can always arouse men's passion for challenge and desire for turmoil.

Reid went straight up, took Jacques' hand, regardless of whether there were people watching, and gently kissed the corner of the young man's mouth, then raised his head slightly, like a lion announcing sovereignty and territory, staring straight at the enemy who is spying on everything .

"They have nothing to do, just come here to chat, Spencer, you don't have to do this." Jacques said.

Reid took the blue glass of lemonade from Jacques, the muscles on his thin arms were tense, and he looked extraordinarily powerful under the blurred light, he said: "Okay, but follow me next time arrange to go."

"Spencer, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't like reading books, and I don't like going to Comic-Con."

"I know."

In the following days, apart from the food exploration that both of them love, Reid took Jacques to watch various magic shows and fireworks shows, magnificence and luxury, crime and indulgence. He held Jacques' hand and leaned into the young man's ear While constantly explaining various plots and magic principles to him, when Jacques got impatient, he smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, and the young man became quiet all of a sudden.

The bright light imprinted on Jacques's face. The young man raised his head seriously and looked at the sky quietly. His moist eyes were as transparent as a lake. The neon lights in the distance left bright and dark shadows on his face Reid held his hand tightly. When the fireworks special effects on the stage reached the most exciting moment, the crowd suddenly became noisy, screaming one after another, and dozens of huge fireworks bloomed vigorously in the dark night. , Reid could no longer see anyone or hear any sound, he hugged Jacques, his heart was pounding in his chest, he lowered his head and kissed his lover's lips.

"Spencer..." Jacques said, pushing Reid suddenly hard, "The phone is ringing."

"No, Jacques, you heard me wrong, we are on leave, no one will come to us." Reid said vaguely.

"But..." Jacques held down Reid's fluttering furry head, reached into his wide pocket of beach pants and groped for a while, then pulled out his cell phone.

The screen flickered brightly, Reid looked at Jacques and frowned, and he took the phone, which had Morgan's name on it.

The fireworks were still burning in the sky, and the scorching light echoed the piercing ringtone of the mobile phone. They looked at each other, and at the same time saw a solemn look on each other's faces.