[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Mr. Henry bid farewell to his son who boarded the train and Jack, who was not welcomed by him. No matter what the reason, Mr. Henry would not attend Miss Rose’s wedding—compared to the fact that there was a man standing beside his son, it was too sad He took the opportunity to say that he was not in good health, and once again went to Italy to recuperate.

St. John's Cathedral in New York is solemn and solemn, and Mr. Andrew flooded the entire church with delicate red roses.Miss Rose also gave up those complicated and cumbersome lace dresses at this time, and the modern wedding dress set off her noble beauty, just like a budding rose.

There are no male members of the close relatives of the Bukett family. She was sent to Mr. Andrew arm in arm by an old gentleman whom Karl did not know. This serious and responsible gentleman has been staring at Miss Rose with admiration. , in the priest's recitation, they said their vows to each other.

Jack kept staring at Miss Rose and Mr. Andrew standing on the altar, with envy in his eyes.Carl held Jack's palm without any trace, and two ring-shaped metals with body temperature stuck to the palms of Carl and Jack.In order to avoid embarrassing emotions, Carl chose the position farthest from the altar at first, and he leaned close to Jack's ear and whispered, "Would you like it, Jack."

Jack turned his head to look into Carl's eyes, with a smile on his mouth, but finally shook his head and rejected the temptation: "I don't love you enough, and I don't have enough ability to protect you. But the ring is mine, so I'm engaged. .”

Carl let go of his palm, handed the ring with "foreverC.H" to Jack, and took out a small box from his pocket in exchange. There was a gold chain in the velvet gift box, with no interesting patterns on it, and the simple lines were on black velvet Spots of gold shimmered on the fabric.

"Thousands of pure gold, very vulgar, but this is the purest metal, hang the ring around your neck, and then take it off and put it on your finger when you think about it." Carl handed the necklace to Jack, the boy's palm Holding the ring and necklace tightly and hanging his head, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were slightly red.

Carl reached out and rubbed his blond hair and continued to lower his voice: "If you are moved, I agree. Anyway, I dare not go against the whole Christianity and marry you."

"It's not just a ring." Jack said softly, he turned to look at Carl, and smiled slowly with red eyes: "Well, I will come back to marry you when I am sure."

"Well, my husband, you have to be responsible to me. You are my first man." Carl teased and whispered in Jack's ear. Jack had a disbelieving expression on his face, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"...You are also my first night." Jack paused for a while before saying this in embarrassment.

Jack's voice was overwhelmed by the cheering voices of the women in the front row. Miss Rose took Mr. Andrew's arm and walked happily like a robin to the lawn outside the church. They didn't have those cumbersome etiquettes. The dinner party was set outside the church, and there was a long row of tables on the lawn, full of food.A small orchestra was playing cheerful songs, and Mr. Andrew danced on the lawn with Miss Rose in his arms.

Carl leaned against the church door with a smile, he was not involved.The first dance between Miss Rose and Mr. Andrew was over, they walked out of the temporary dance floor, Jack took the opportunity to walk up, and he handed Miss Rose a packaged gift box, as if embarrassed.

"Rose, happy wedding, I hope you will like my gift."

Ms. Rose, whose personality has always been a bit sharp due to excessive publicity, was sublimated in the mutual understanding between her and Mr. Andrew. With Mr. Andrew's encouraging eyes, Miss Rose opened the gift box on the spot.The first oil painting of Jack's personal style that he painted on the train lies in it.

Both Mr. Andrew and Miss Rose were shocked. A few minutes later, Miss Rose woke up. She said in a fluttering voice, "This is really the most amazing wedding gift, Jack, thank you."

"You're welcome, Rose, then I... well, I'm going back." The uneasiness on Jack's face disappeared, and he walked towards the church with a cheerful expression.

There are people waiting for him in the church, better than the one he was obsessed with at the beginning, and that is the man who belongs to him.No matter how solemn and dignified the interior decoration of St. John's Church is, it is meaningless to Jack. Carl stands at the door, as if swallowed by hell. They chose a road to hell, and the gate of heaven has long been closed by himself. .

"Carl, let's go home. I will go west with Mrs. Brown tomorrow. Have you seen that blond boy? He is Mrs. Brown's son. He is currently studying at Harvard, and he is studying economics. His back looks similar to mine, doesn't he?" ?” Jack raised his chin and gestured in the direction of Mrs. Brown, and Carl turned his gaze.

They are indeed very similar, whether it is height, shoulder width, waist circumference or leg length... At first glance, it seems that Jack is standing next to Mrs. Brown. No wonder Mrs. Brown likes Jack so much when she is on the boat—every mother likes to be with her Children look like people.Carl was thinking about this question, and Mr. Brown, who turned his back to him, turned around sensitively, and he met Carl's gaze.

Carl took off his hat and bent over to smile, and the young man across from him laughed in the same way. His blue eyes were full of enthusiasm typical of westerners.On the contrary, Karl was stunned, with the same kind of breath... Karl glanced at Jack beside him with a little worry, he took half a step forward to block Jack's body, and Mr. Brown, who was opposite, was already walking towards them with a glass of wine.

"Lawrence Brown, it's an honor to meet you." Mr. Andy stretched out his palm to Carl, who could only shake hands with him helplessly.

"Cal Hawley, it's also an honor. Mrs. Brown's son is really hearty and extraordinary." Carl said politely. Mr. Lawrence handed the champagne to Carl. When Carl raised his eyebrows and took the wine glass, he felt that his palm was rubbed lightly. All of a sudden, his raised eyebrows raised even higher.

"Carl, I heard from my mother that you want to go to Dakota with us? You must race horses with me. Since the family has dug a gold mine, father and mother have fallen in love with keeping the most expensive things at home—— For example, a purebred British horse." Andy's smile was full of enthusiasm and sincerity, leaving only regret in Carl's heart.

If he had met Mr. Lawrence half a month earlier, he would definitely not have designed the straight boy Jack, but it is a pity that he has fallen in love with Jack now.Mr. Andy missed the time and all possibilities were obliterated.Carl took half a step back politely to distance himself from Mr. Andy, and he reached out to hold Jack's arm: "This is Jack Dawson, this trip to Mrs. Brown's house is accompanied by Jack. Of course, I am also very happy Want to see what the Dakotas have to offer."

Mr. Andy looked at Jack next to Carl and stretched out his hand politely, and then sighed with regret in his eyes: "Jack, you are so lucky to be able to meet a fellow traveler so early."

Jack didn't have time to say what Mr. Andy was saying, but he politely extended his hand, and the two young men who looked somewhat similar clasped their hands together.Mr. Lawrence said a few casual words and left, leaving the empty church to Carl and Jack.

Carl stood lazily by the door of the church, letting the sun shine on his face, he leaned close to Jack's ear and said, "Honey, I was seduced just now."

"Mr. Lawrence? He must not know your true nature." Jack turned his head and glanced at Carl. There was no worry in his smile. Karl held Jack's palm with some dissatisfaction and squeezed it hard. He raised his eyebrows and pointed at his own emphasis advantage.

"I'm handsome, strong, rich, considerate and passionate about lovers, Jack. You don't seem to know that lovers like me are very rare."

"Carl, you are a man, don't be like a woman who is jealous, okay? And you forgot to say that you are insidious, greedy, arrogant, and ignorant of temperance. You have almost committed the seven deadly sins. However, I like you very much." Jack managed to appease Carl's rare childishness, and Carl listened to the insatiable progress and began to settle accounts.

"Knowing that I don't know restraint, you still dare to take the first completed oil painting as a gift. Isn't the wedding gift I prepared for you bad? You ruined my expectations." Carl said, reaching in from behind. In Jack's coat, he deliberately scratched the ticklish spot on Jack's waist, Jack's body shook quickly, and he quickly dodged to the side.

Jack turned his face to look at Carl, his eyes full of innocence: "I thought you wouldn't like the painting full of shock and rebellion. Actually, I have prepared other gifts for you."

"Oh? Is it more shocking than the wedding present for Miss Rose?" Carl approached Jack and threatened, and Jack turned his face to think.

"I think...it's a shock of a completely different style, and you might like that painting better."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go home." Carl directly took Jack's arm and left the wedding scene. The joyous atmosphere didn't need their support, and they had other things to do.

Driving by oneself is a shameful thing for the nobles nowadays, Karl can't care so much now.He wanted to go home immediately to see what the "shocking work" that belonged to him looked like.Carl didn't know how long he hadn't had such strong anticipation and anxiety. He squeezed Jack's palm all the way and rushed into and out of the studio.

The easel was covered with a white cloth, but Karl hesitated when he stretched out his hand.Jack reached out and lifted the white cloth that covered it, and a small work appeared in Carl's sight—it was himself, seeing himself from Jack's perspective in passion.Sweaty cheeks, half-closed eyes, glowing lips, and an expression of enjoyment...

Carl never knew what he looked like in Jack's eyes, and the most unexpected thing for Carl was-Jack actually gave him a pornographic photo?

Carl felt that this was a deep hint, and he let go of his hand holding the easel, turned around and pinned Jack to the floor.Because of Jack's eccentricity of being barefoot when painting, thick carpets have long been laid on the attic. Jack lay under Carl and let him kiss and caress. Carl suddenly figured out Jack's intention to send the painting, and he laughed out loud. .

"Honey, I will guard myself like a jade. Also, you are really jealous - this painting, the paint on it is not dry, you gave it to me when you were going to say goodbye!" Carl said, Jack reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck and blocked Carl's next analysis with his lips.

Carl and Jack quickly stripped each other naked and rolled on the carpet. Jack sat panting on Carl's waist, and the sunlight shone on his body through the glass window, outlining the beautiful lines of Jack's young body stroke by stroke.Carl raised his head and looked at Jack. Carl watched Jack from the bottom up. He reached out to hold Jack and squeezed into his body.

The blood disappeared from Jack's face. He gritted his teeth and waited for Carl: "Asshole, I'm leaving for Dakota tomorrow, why can't you let me do it once."

"You're on it, and no matter how many times I can be with you today...if you're sure you want more than one..." Carl held Jack's twisting waist with a smirk, lying on the ground and pushing it up and down.

Occasionally, a pigeon or two fell from the open skylight, and their clucking sounds were quickly suppressed by the sounds of the two people who were entangled fiercely, and then flew away boringly.It didn't take long for Jack to lie down on the carpet again, until the bright daylight turned orange, and Carl was finally satisfied with exhausting Jack who had no strength at all.

"Shall we go take a shower and then have dinner?" Carl's words only met Jack's glare. His throat was burning and hurting, and it was torture to make a sound.

"Would you like to try to walk down the second floor with your own waist and legs after being pressed to the ground for three hours?"

"Okay, I'll feed it to you. Then you can rest with your hands together." Carl picked up Jack's words in a wicked way, picked him up and walked back to the bedroom. Jack lay limp in the bathtub, and Carl The palm of the culprit relieved his fatigue after bringing him pleasure.

"When I think about five years of my life as a monk, I can't wait to fuck you to death on the bed, or simply tie you up at home is also a good choice." Carl bit Jack's ear and lifted him from the sink he had just sunk into. Waking up from exhaustion, Jack laughed in a voice that was no longer mellow.

"But, I will be free tomorrow, Carl, you must be as good as a jade, my fiancée."

Jack's smug laughter lasted less than 15 seconds. Carl retaliated by inserting his finger into his body and poking somewhere, and Jack immediately yelled hoarsely: "Damn, you villain, don't Come again!"

"I heard from my mother that the wife is in charge of the family. My dear fiance, you have to learn to be more honest." After finishing speaking, Carl wiped off the water droplets on Jack with a large bath towel, helped him back to the bed to rest, and walked away Downstairs for dinner.

Carl frowned as soon as he walked out of the room, and the happy expression on his face just disappeared.There were a few inconspicuous brown stains on the wall outside Jack's door, and the floor seemed to have just been wiped clean—who was there just now?What did he or she see?