Mi Ying's "As You Like It" (17)

17.

After Alfred said that, they fell into a long silence. Alfred felt that his chest was making a deafening sound, and even the tip of his tongue was numb. He wasn't sure if he had messed up all of this, and maybe now wasn't the best time to say what was on his mind. Alfred was not worried about Arthur's own problems, but more because he was afraid that the other party would think that he was just a reckless young man who couldn't help but be aggressive, and everything he said was just for the sake of convenience.

I don’t know how long it took, but the Americans finally saw Arthur’s body move. "You know," he said slowly, "this isn't really a good place to talk, is it?"

Alfred replied in a muffled voice: "You didn't let me have that either. Choose."

"..."

Arthur sighed: "I just hope you understand that if I ask security personnel to take you out of here now, nothing will be needed. Reason, you gotta get out. The only reason you're standing here talking to me right now is because I got you here, and I have ways to make it look like it never happened - whatever you have. The reason for quibbles is the same. You can try it." "Then I can only hope," Alfred said slowly, "You won't do that."

Arthur raised his eyes and looked at him, and said word by word: "I really don't know how." He turned around, picked up his coat on the back of the chair, and said calmly: " ...Let's go."

Alfred swallowed: "Where?"

"Anyway, I have to thank you for letting me get off work early today. Arthur responded sarcastically, "So do you want to continue asking me questions here, or just follow me?"

When Alfred got into Arthur's passenger seat again, Everything is still a little unreal. Even though it had just been maintained at his own car repair shop yesterday, Arthur still bought a new car today. Alfred even suspected that Arthur Kirkland relied on the daily morning divination radio to decide which car key to get today. . Alfred didn't believe that Arthur could really read "Morning Divination" at first, until during an unintentional chat after a date, Arthur himself admitted to Alfred that the one placed on the air outlet The teddy bear ornament was a lucky gift that he made a special trip to buy after listening to a program. This is the unknown cuteness of Arthur Kirkland, and it also makes Alfred once again aware of the thinking gap between himself and "successful people".

This drive was longer than any other time. Alfred tried to ask several times, but was blocked by Arthur Kirkland's eyes. He originally thought that Arthur was still going to drive him to a certain luxurious star-rated hotel, but when their car gradually drove into an upscale residential area that Alfred had never had the chance to set foot in, the blond young talent In hindsight, I realized where the destination of this "hitchhiking" trip was.

One after another independent villas with large front lawns quickly retreated from the car window. Alfred felt that he did not feel like he had entered a house, but like he had entered something exciting. Garden Art Museum. Their car parked in front of a certain white house, and when Arthur began to dump the car into the underground private garage, Alfred finally couldn't help but make a sound.

"I agree that we need a private space to chat," the American muttered, opening the car door and climbing out of the passenger seat, "but don't you think it's a bit too private here? But Let me tell you in advance, I don't mean to say this bad, but..."

"I just didn't have time to book a hotel. What on earth do you want to say?" Arthur interrupted. The car beeped twice and was locked between the two of them.

Alfred rubbed the broken hair on the back of his head: "Let's put it this way. I have imagined many ways to come to your house, but not like this."

Arthur Kirkland's look at him immediately became complicated: "...Have you ever imagined this?"

The blond young man looked even more embarrassed: "Well, it's just random thoughts." He put his hands into his tight jeans and pretended to look around naturally: "Look here. This is really a... big house. Isn't it? Wow."

"

The British man's expression was hard to describe. He seemed to want to laugh, but due to various reasons, he still gave Alfred the illusion of "I am serious". Arthur waved Alfred followed him into the room through the back door. They changed their shoes at the entrance. When Alfred stood up, he almost hit the armrest of the low cabinet. He had never been so clumsy. The blond young man didn't want to admit that he was just a man. He felt nervous all over because he was standing in the house of his lover, but every object here smelled of Arthur Kirkland. God knew what a test this was for Alfred. He looked at it. Arthur, who was walking in front, naturally threw the car keys into the tray on the shoe cabinet, then took off his coat and scarf in front of him and hung them on the highly designed wooden coat rack nearby, his mind went blank. .

When he actually walked into the living room on the first floor of this single-family villa, Alfred had a real feeling that he was not like most celebrities on Twitter. As such, Arthur's house is full of...Arthur Kirkland style. It looks more like an elf's lair. Unexpectedly, there are many British things, but it doesn't look cluttered. , obviously he has been working hard to manage every inch of the space here. The whole environment looks very life-like. The circular dark lights on both sides also give the space a movie-like atmosphere, which looks very lively. Personal preference.

The sound of glassware clinking came from behind, Alfred turned around and saw Arthur pouring wine at the open family bar in the other corner of the living room. He sat across from him and sat down on the chair. There were two short round-mouthed glasses on the table. The flaxen-haired British man opened the wine cork skillfully, and the light brown wine flowed from the angle of his wrist. The wine bottle gurgled into the cup. Alfred was staring at his movements in trance when he heard Arthur's voice coming from the other side: "Actually, you can relax, I didn't mean to interrupt you. mean. In fact, I'm quite proud of the layout here. "

Alfred, who had long been drunk and had no intention of drinking, finally relieved himself of his strength as he wished, lay down on the table and muttered: "I guess so." Playing games or watching "True Blood" on a sofa like this would be amazing. Arthur was noncommittal and just picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of wine. As soon as he swallowed it, he heard Alfred knocking on the empty glass in front of him. "Where's mine?" "The American asked.

The Englishman put the bottle back into the wine cabinet behind him. "Do you really want to ask me why? Arthur said, "There is still juice in the refrigerator. Go get it yourself." "

Alfred was stunned for a moment, then slowly straightened up: "...you know? "

Arthur put the wine glass back on the table and stood opposite Alfred in a relaxed posture: "You know what? About the fact that you're not even of legal drinking age yet? "

His fingers were stained with some water stains condensed on the outside of the cup wall. Arthur turned his cup, lowered his head and said, "Why do you think I will believe it?" Not everyone who says "I've grown up" is a real adult. ”

It seems that Arthur Kirkland has not yet discovered his true identity. But somehow, Alfred still has a vague feeling of being underestimated. It feels uncomfortable, so the Americans He retorted with some dissatisfaction: "This is not very convincing from your point of view. Your face doesn't look thirty either, Arthur. "

Arthur frowned: "That's not what we want to talk about. Look, if you want closure, tonight is your last chance, Alfred. "

Alfred rubbed his face, "No, this is what I want to tell you! He raised his voice, "I don't want to 'finish' anything." It's all good and I have no complaints. All we met that day was my brother, his name was Matthew. Remember? I told you I have a brother too. If you met you would believe what I say, because he and I look exactly the same. "

"You -" As soon as Arthur said the first syllable, he was interrupted again by Alfred: "I know, I know you said 'won't interfere...' what? What, what a mess. No matter what. Then just treat it as if I am telling you this, is that okay? He smoothed his golden forehead hair with his hand, "I really didn't expect to meet him, and my mother." So this is purely a coincidence.

"

"They were not fully aware of this..." Alfred said with difficulty. "It's hard to explain, because I made them think we were..."

Love relationship. Alfred added silently, and I was trying to make it true. He glanced at Arthur, and the older Englishman was staring at him without saying a word. Fred could only continue: "Are there any questions now? "

Unexpectedly, Arthur quickly said: "This is the problem. You weren't even ready to face your family and you said you were in love with me. "

Alfred took a deep breath: "I didn't-"

"-You don't know enough about all this. I'm not a philanthropist, Alfred," Arthur said in a serious tone, "All the fees I pay you are because of my... objective needs, so you only have one chance to go back on your word. If you want to blow that contract, do it tonight. Otherwise the price you pay will be greater than it is now. "

Alfred was silent for a while. He slid off the bar stool and walked up to Arthur. "Then why am I here? Alfred suddenly said, "Why me, Arthur?" "

"Because I'm young, strong, and pretty," he bent close to Arthur's ear, "and I can fuck you so good. This is why you chose me, isn't it? "

Arthur's body stiffened. Alfred saw all this, and he continued to move forward. Now the distance between them has completely exceeded the distance that should be maintained in a normal conversation.

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"You're right," Alfred continued, reaching out to support the edge of the table, blocking the other party between the wine table and his own body, "the initiative has always been in your hands. I will be fired anytime you try to reject me. Why don't you do this? Why do you still let me stay with you? "

"Actually, you don't care about whether I can drink or not, or what kind of person I am, because before you have time to think about that, you can't live without me. ”

“Can simple masturbation still satisfy your body now, after we’ve had sex so many times?” "Alfred continued, suddenly retracting his hand and holding it between Arthur Kirkland's waist and hips, and took him into his arms, "If you really didn't want me, you could have let me go a long time ago. I get out of here. This is your territory, and I'm just your..." He thought for a moment, "a domestic puppy. That's right. Is this how you view me? ”

Although he tried hard to hide it, Alfred was keenly aware that Arthur's breathing had quickened slightly. He felt evil happiness, just because he once again realized that Arthur Kirkland was interested in him. The infatuation has reached the point of hopelessness, and this kind of attraction is always mutual, and he is not surprised that he will become addicted to it.

They are only a few inches apart. Their eyes met, and the moment of looking at each other seemed to set off a tsunami of chain reaction emotions. Alfred stared at those thin lips, pulled Arthur, and pressed him against the wine cabinet behind them. There was a dangerous noise as the bottles collided, and Arthur had to hold on to the edge of the cabinet with his backhand to prevent himself from slipping. Their chests were pressed together, and after a few seconds, Alfred leaned down. , chasing Arthur's reclining body and staying exactly less than one centimeter away from the British lips.

"Will you bring all the beautiful boys you like here? Alfred asked, his tone as aggressive as a beast showing its true colors, "Where did you have sex before?" In your master bedroom, den, or first-floor bathroom? "

Arthur Kirkland's face was already as hot as a patient with a high fever. He was extremely embarrassed and glared at Alfred: "What the hell are you talking about? "

"Just asking. "

"Get out of here. Let me go. "

"Then kick me. Are you going to kick me away? Alfred held his lower lip in his mouth, slurring his words, and said in kind, "Think about it." This is also the last chance tonight, Arthur. ”

TBC