[Titanic] Ticket

The wall lamp glowed faintly, Lester walked through the dim corridor, shoes sunk in the carpet, all sounds that could be heard were absorbed, everything was immersed in deathly silence, hanging on the walls on both sides Several colorful oil paintings, such as Picasso, Van Gogh and Monet, are placed carelessly - it can be seen that they are not taken seriously by the owner, and Lester can even smell the smell that is as new as this manor. The smell of paint.

The picture frame at the end of the corridor was covered with thick red flannel, and the faintly exposed border shone bright and cold red gold in the shadows, with a little tobacco pattern hidden from the head and tail. It looked like a valuable handicraft. Lester didn't have the idea to find out, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the wooden door that was not completely closed next to it.

Light brown color, clear and beautiful texture, expensive and hard walnut wood texture, thicker darkness flows out from the tiny gaps, Lester held the wet and cold palm, which made him feel the tail falling heavily, not good Memories and nausea surged up uncontrollably.

The basement of Roland's house is also so dark, Lester spent almost a whole year in it - he often felt like a heinous criminal rather than being abandoned 16 years later, the rich dad suddenly had a conscience The young master who had a seizure and went back to enjoy the blessings, before his 17th birthday, repeated the vicious cycle of "quarreling-being punished for confinement-running-being punished for confinement-quarreling", his skin was covered pale in the basement, his hands and feet were weak, Lester thought he was right, that bastard Dupin Roland said he smelled rancid and sour, he was rotten to the bone.

Lester stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. Unexpectedly, a candle was lit beside the bed, and the gauze-like orange spot illuminated a neat bed sheet and wallpaper. Carl was half leaning against the wall, his facial features Looming, with his hands clasped on his stomach, he looked surprisingly tired.

Karl quickly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and full of vigilance - Lester stood at the door, he seemed to be vacant for a few seconds, and then just looked at the young man quietly, those light-colored eyes were reflected It became a rich golden color, hiding deep cold shadows, like two pieces of flowing amber dripping with honey.

"...looks like I'll have to stand here until the end of the world."

Lester finally broke through the sinking, he took a few steps closer, Carl tensed his back and shoulders unconsciously, their eyes glued together, Lester approached the edge of the bed, bent down slowly, his lips almost stuck together , with a gentle smile in his gray eyes: "It's been a long time, Mr. Hockley, I can think that you don't miss me every day-just like me, can you?"

The soft ending sound disappeared in the throat, and Lester's waist was pressed by a strong arm and fell into the soft mattress. They rolled a few times to get up and down, and finally Lester pressed his thighs On Carl's belly, they kissed hard like two fish out of water.Carl bit Lester's lip with his sharp teeth, and the young man opened his mouth eagerly to respond. The pain and blood were like poison, and within ten seconds, they were all astonishingly hard.

Carl sat up a little with his arms around Lester's waist, and pinched his chin to make him lift his face: "Now, you are here, aren't you?"

……

When Carl woke up, the sun had flooded the room, he knew he missed breakfast, and didn't plan to catch the same late lunch, Lester lay quietly in his arms, he had the most important thing, Physiological hunger and fatigue are not worth mentioning.

"Good morning." He bowed his head and kissed Lester's trembling eyelashes. The young man laughed out loud and raised his hands to rub his itchy eyes.

"It's hard, Carl."

Carl tried to relax his tone as much as possible, and stretched out his hand to rub his waist, "...How does it feel? I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Obviously you have a lot of experience—even if it's the first time, you've done a good job. Don't look at me like that. This compliment is sincere enough, without any perfunctory."

Lester yawned. To be honest, he was still quite tired, but the excitement made it difficult for him to sleep. He stared at Carl, and the two smiled forehead to forehead like boys who just fell in love, and kissed from time to time. , caressing - no intention of doing it again, just doing some small movements, as if the average age is under 12 years old.

After about an hour or two, Lester felt that they should stop this stupid behavior. He patted Carl's buttocks—it was quite upturned: "Get up, big man, I guess Catherine can laugh us to death .”

Karl got out of bed naked, even lazily putting on a quilt, the morning light scattered, his plump honey-colored skin shone like gems, his muscles were slender, and his walking movements showed an undeniable strength—like The sun god who stepped out of the ancient Roman stone slabs, he is showing his bewitching beauty to his subjects without any scruples.

Lester stared at the flexible spine and Carl's pouted hips from bending over—a scene he'd probably keep replaying insanely in his mind until the night—and he pushed himself into the pillow, There was a long sigh.

……

It's Saturday, and Carl doesn't have to work, or could have, but he's clearly oblivious to it.

Catherine and Clara sat chatting under the shade of a tree. Lester lay on the sofa and looked at them through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Carl handed him a cup of hot milk tea: "They chatted quite well. Clara wants to raise a baby." Dogs, and Catherine has a knack for that--that's good, knowing her friends in New York--"

Carl sat down beside him with a disgusted expression, obviously thinking of something bad.

Lester fell on his shoulder like a boneless cat, and Carl adjusted the angle to make him more comfortable: "They're after you, aren't they? Take it easy baby, I can guess what your dad said , you are very welcome."

"...sounds like you and old Mr. Hockley get on well," Carl said.

This topic changed a little quickly, but fortunately Lester didn't want to embarrass him, who didn't have a thing or two in the past, as if holding on to it had definite meaning for their future.Lester half-closed his eyes and said lazily: "Mr. Roland is good at turning enemies into friends with every Hockley. I thought you already knew that."

Carl put his arms around him, and the atmosphere fell into a reassuring silence.They have all put in too much effort for this, and someone has to learn to make concessions and compromise, which is not negotiable.

"How long do you want to stay in New Mexico?" After a while, Carl made up his mind to ask, he held Lester's hand and kissed it once and for all, his fingers passed through the gap, as if playing a thin On the boneless stringed instrument, broken notes rustled and fell.

Lester smiled sarcastically: "I thought you wouldn't ask."

Carl frowned: "It's just sooner or later."

"No, I didn't intend to go—you guessed it wrong once." Carl straightened his back in surprise, and Lester slid onto his lap, and continued to speak quietly in a "nice weather today" tone , "I've left the matter of New York to Jessica and Ash. They have been able to take care of themselves. I will stay here for a long time. If you are willing to stay in New Mexico, then this is my end."

He didn't seem to realize what a love story he had said. Carl lowered his head, stubbornly turned the young man's face to meet him, and no longer hung his bangs with hairspray on his forehead. Let that gaze become deep and full of strength, and they both understand each other's meaning.

Never regret it.