Just A Bit Wrong

two weeks later

"Hey," Zach said, coming in through the front door and unlocking it.

"Hey." With a stack of letters on her lap, Lydia raised her head and smiled at Zach.Seeing the key in his hand, her expression became a little hesitant.

"His Royal Highness the little prince has been too late to condescend to open the door for me three times, so I asked for a spare key," Zach explained as he put the key in his pocket.

Lydia snorted. "That's pretty much how I got the spare key." She looked at Zach curiously. "Didn't you come here today? I thought you guys finished training in the morning."

Zach came over and he shrugged. "I thought you were off today."

Lydia didn't say anything about Zach's deliberate change of subject, but just gave him a meaningful glance. "There's a mountain of letters from fans. I have to sift through them quickly and send the less creepy ones to Tristan to reply."

Zach paused. "Will he really answer the letter himself?"

Lydia smiled. "I know, it's a surprise, isn't it? It doesn't sound like something he would do. If I ask you, maybe reading the letters from these stupid fans can satisfy his self-esteem."

"That's it." Zach picked up a letter.He read roughly, shaking his head.Sometimes he forgot just how famous Tristan was.

"Zack?"

He looked up to see Lydia biting her lip.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"You ask."

Lydia hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Tristan has been a little weird lately."

After a while, Zach repeated, "Strange?"

"He seemed a little...absent, and—it was weird anyway. For example, I was 4 minutes late yesterday, and he didn't say a word!"

"It's only four minutes, Lydia," Zac continued to read the letter in his hand with downcast eyes. "It's not the end of the world."

"Come on, you know what he's like! He always has nothing to do, and when he's free, he finds countless idiotic reasons to fire me. He likes to have fun with this kind of thing. But yesterday I was late , he didn't even fart!"

Zach smiled. "Then shouldn't you be happy?"

"I'm—of course I'm happy. But it's just too weird."

"It's not that weird," he said.

"No, I'm not done yet. I think he might be in a relationship."

Zach raised his head slowly. "fall in love?"

Lydia nodded. "Didn't you see his neck? So many hickeys? Before he saw the hickeys on other people, he would make fun of them, but now he..."

"I only care about Tristan's physical condition." Zach put down the letter in his hand. "His body is healed, and sex won't do any harm." He looked upstairs. "Is he there? I have something to talk to him about."

"Yes," she said, burying her head back in the fan mail.

Zach walked upstairs, relieved that he didn't have to deal with Lydia's problems anymore.He would never be able to tell a lie honestly.He likes Lydia, so he doesn't want to lie to her.Of course, he didn't actually lie.Tristan just had an occasional fling with Zack, which really isn't a relationship.

Occasionally?Zach almost laughed out loud.How about every day?Sometimes even twice a day.Most frustrating of all, their sex isn't limited to the bedroom.For example, yesterday, they were quarreling, but Tristan grabbed Zac's head and dragged him over, and then gnawed hard on his mouth like a hungry wolf.In the end, Zach's penis somehow ended up in Tristan's mouth.In the past two weeks, such small accidents have happened more and more frequently, and the movements have become bigger and bigger every time. It is annoying to think about it.

So Zach had no choice but to call the show off.It was agreed before that they would only be friends with benefits, but this relationship has hindered their normal communication with patients as physical therapists.No matter how much he excused himself, kissing Tristan's thigh during a sports massage wasn't an option.This is really not good.Zach is getting annoyed that Tristan's professionalism disappears at the mere mention of it.Fortunately, he has already begun to draw a full stop.First of all, he restrained himself today and didn't touch Tristan.

But today is not over yet, a slightly sarcastic voice sounded in his mind.Zach was flustered, it sounded too much like Tristan's voice these days.

Zach tried to block out the voice.He really didn't come to do that kind of thing.What he told Lydia was the truth: he really needed to talk to Tristan.Jared calls to ask about Tristan's recovery.Clearly, the club's top brass wanted Tristan to hurry back to training.Although Jared will not be led by the nose by the big boss above, he still asks Zach to speed up his recovery, of course, if his body allows it.So Zach came over and did nothing but talk.

Tristan is curled up on the sofa in his bedroom, a tablet in his hand.He didn't even lift an eyelid when Zach came in.

Zach closes the door. "Jared wants me to speed up my recovery."

"It's time to hurry up," Tristan said, still looking at his tablet. "Can't you call and say something like this?"

Zach opened his mouth and closed it again.

"Go away," Tristan said. "I hate people staring at me."

Zach watched Tristan carefully.He seemed... angry. "Lydia thinks you're dating someone else."

Tristan snorted, but still didn't look up.

Zach walked up to him, arms folded. "Look at me when I talk to you."

"why?"

Because when I'm in the same room with you, your eyes should always be on me.Zach held back the words, where did this nonsense come from?

"Look at me," Zach said again.

Tristan lifted those blue-green eyes, and Zach was hit with a surge of desire, almost out of breath.If Zach was a superstitious person, he might have thought the boy was an incubus, otherwise where did this mindless but dizzying desire come from?Why, all right, he wanted to kiss Tristan's beautiful lips with anger?He couldn't understand, couldn't explain, couldn't explain this unprovoked lust.It's ridiculous.How did he become like this?He is obviously not this kind of person, and he will not let himself become such a person.

Note ①: Incubus, the legendary evil spirit who has sex with people (especially women) in their sleep.

"Stop pointing fingers at me," Tristan said sullenly. "And isn't today's rehabilitation over?"

"It's over."

Tristan raised his eyebrows, looking downright arrogant. "Go back if you have nothing to do. Don't you see that I'm busy? I don't have time to deal with you."

No one could upset him like Tristan.

Zach put one hand on the back of the couch and bent down until they were facing each other. "Little kid, what's the matter with you today?" He originally wanted to be strict, but the words came out very gently.

Tristan swallowed first, then glared at Zach angrily. "It's okay. I just can't understand your virtue of treating yourself as the boss and giving orders. I'm not in the mood to talk to you now. Do you think that you can come to me whenever you want, and you can come to me if you want? Think Beautiful." He pouted, and his plump lower lip pouted.

"I'm not here to fuck you," Zach said, looking away from the mouth. "I said it yesterday, and that will be the last time."

A smile flickered across Tristan's face. "Didn't you say that the day before yesterday? Did you say it the day before yesterday?"

Zach gritted his teeth. "I'm serious this time. I didn't touch you today, did I?"

Tristan gave him a stern look.

Zach paused, he suddenly figured out something. "You want me to touch you," he said firmly.

Tristan puts his hands on Zac's chest and tries to push him away. "I said, get out."

Zach didn't move.He couldn't help touching Tristan's cheek. "You want me to kiss you?" He moved closer to Tristan, his voice low and hoarse.Maybe he could kiss him again.Just one click.Quick fix, and then that's the end of their buddies with benefits.

"I didn't," Tristan said, running his hand up Zack's chest.

"You've lost your ability to tell nonsense," Zac murmured, his mouth covering Tristan's.The two groaned in unison.They kissed deeply, running their hands into each other's hair.Is it really just a day?It's been like years.

"Tristan, I finished watching—"

They parted quickly, gasping for breath.

Lydia stood in the doorway, eyes wide open, a stack of letters at her feet.

"Oh," she said weakly.

"If you tell someone," Tristan said tensely. "I promise you will never find another job."

Lydia's face suddenly turned pale.

Zach pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Lydia, please wait for me downstairs." Hearing this, she almost fled the door.Zach turned to look at Tristan. "Most people don't use blackmail to solve everything."

Tristan stood up abruptly. "But I have to let her know that she—"

Zach grabs Tristan and turns him around. "You can't go anywhere. And you can't threaten her again."

Tristan stared at him, eyes wide open, and he shook his head, and then again.He was a little out of breath.

"Calm down," Zac squeezed Tristan's shoulder.His voice was gentle and powerful. "It'll be all right. She won't tell anyone. Let me take care of this, and I promise it'll be all right."

Tristan's breathing was a little easier, and his body wasn't shaking anymore, but his eyes...damn.

Zach leaned in and brushed Tristan's lips lightly with his mouth.

The two froze at the same time.

Tristan let out a shaky breath.

Zach backed away, then walked out.As he went downstairs, he frantically rubbed his hair.He felt like he was going crazy.That crazy feeling, really fucking hell.

Lydia stood in the middle of the living room with her chest folded.Her face was grave, her brown eyes scrutinizing Zach.

Zach sighed. Although he hadn't said a word, he didn't want to have the next conversation at all. "Things are a little different from what you see."

"Wow, really? I know what I saw." She shook her head in disbelief. "I can't—I can't believe it. I thought you knew he was a horrible little monster."

Tristan's panicked face and helpless expression flashed through Zach's mind.He pushed the image to the back of his mind irritably, wishing he hadn't seen anything.Of course, it’s not like Zack hasn’t seen Tristan helpless—every time he’s spanked, he’s limp and easy to bully (and so pretty, so no matter how much they love the game) activities, Zach still doesn’t want to do it too often)—but this time it’s different.Before, he could say that the strong desire to protect was a side effect of the spanking; but this time, his desire to protect Tristan was beyond a simple excuse.

"Listen to me," Zach said. "The scene you saw... the reason is more complicated."

"Isn't this nonsense. What are you going to do with Donna like this?"

"It's not about her. I'm not cheating. I've had an open relationship with her for a long time, so it's not going to hurt anyone."

Lydia frowned. "Open relationship? You're getting married soon."

Zach shrugged. "We're adults. Donna and I often don't see each other for months because of work. We both have biological needs, so an open relationship works best for us. She and I both had the freedom to sleep with other people before we got married. "

Lydia looked confused. "I don't understand. If an open relationship is so suitable for you, why do you want to get married and have this one-on-one relationship?"

"there are many reasons."

Zach remembered a conversation he had with Donna half a year ago.Because neither of them are sentimental or romantic people, so they didn't hold any grand marriage proposal ceremony.Donna and he are both rational, and they love each other.After all these years, both he and Donna knew that they would eventually get married.So when the time came, the two just sat down and had a discussion: They were both 30 years old, old enough to settle down.Their respective families have also been urging their marriage for many years.Donna wants kids.Zack doesn't hate kids either; to be honest, his siblings have all moved out, and the house is too big for one person.Plus, Donna was recently promoted and will be working in the office soon, so everything is ready and the time is right.After they get married, they will no longer have anything to do with others. This is the consensus of the two.They take marriage very seriously, so they waited a long time before deciding to get married.

Zach looked at Lydia. "While there are many reasons, the most important thing is that we believe that marriage should be monogamous. I -- what happened between me and Tristan did not hurt anyone, and it will not change my plans to get married."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Then, I'm really sorry for being so arbitrary." She was still frowning. "It's just... I still can't believe you'd risk messing up your wedding with someone like him."

"I didn't take any risks. If Donna asks, I'll tell the truth. There's nothing to hide. Tristan and I are nothing but friends with benefits." If Donna really reacted, she would probably find it funny, She probably thought Zach's midlife crisis had come early.

"I didn't even know you liked men."

"That's the point: I don't like men." Zach rubbed his eyes wearily. "He just doesn't--I don't get--everywhere."

Lydia sneered. "I can't get along with him anywhere, and you haven't seen me nibbling his mouth, have you?" She shook her head. "I can't believe you're into this bastard thing. He just threatened to kill me!" She blushed, her eyes blazing. "I'm not done with him!"

Zach tensed up. "Don't tell me that he is gay. Otherwise his future will be ruined."

She looked at him defiantly. "Very good, he deserves it!"

"You're not the type to hold grudges, Lydia," Zach said calmly. "You're a good girl. Don't take Tristan's threats to you seriously. He's just scared and trying to protect himself. He didn't mean to say that."

Lydia stared at him as if she had never seen him before. "Oh my God." The disappointment was evident on her face.Disappointment, fear, and pity. "Honey, get away from him before it's too late." She dropped the words and turned away, her high heels thumping loudly on the hardwood floor.

It took a while for Zach to understand what she was talking about—what she was implying—and he almost laughed.He followed her outside the house.

"If what you said was what I thought it was, then you're dead wrong," he said, catching up to her.

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"Don't be silly," Zach said. "Tristan sure isn't some great saint. He's a brat, but it's not a crime. I've seen worse people and had worse clients than him. I don't understand why you hate him so much .”

"Why?" She stopped and turned to face him. "Okay, I'll tell you why. From the first day he hired me, he treated me like a slave for his entertainment. I'm not a person to him at all. He's getting impatient with being a good kid, and I'm The punching bag he used to vent. He took all his dissatisfaction on my head. He made fun of other people's pain, so he didn't care if he hurt my feelings. The worst thing is that I have to bear it, a complaint Can't say either because I need the job! I'm not like you - I'm a common man - I can't just quit if I want to. His kind of rich bastard can have everything with his fingers, but I can't .As much as I hate being his assistant, I need money and I can't just walk away!" Lydia's eyes filled with angry tears, and she looked like she was about to cry. "But most people don't know how vicious he is, it makes me sick just thinking about it. I thought you could see through him - I thought you were the same as me - but now he's fooling you .”

"No, he didn't," Zach said. "And to be fair, I don't think his fame came easily. He was an orphan."

She mocked: "Ah, that's right. 'Poor Orphan', the universal sympathy card. Save yourself the trouble. Only the audience will buy this kind of miserable story. After all, isn't it just to gain people's sympathy."

Zach felt a little strange that Lydia held such deep resentment and hostility towards Tristan, why didn't he notice it at all before?Those little spats she had with Tristan sounded a bit detrimental, but they were more of a joke. "You're right, but his origins are not made up," he said.

"Honey, did he suck your brains out when he gave you a dick?"

"He's never done anything like that," Zach smiled wryly.

"Why hasn't he done it?" she said through gritted teeth. "You should be very clear about how ugly his heart is. Believe me, he is hopeless, and anyone who knows his true face knows this. Otherwise, you think he is so good-looking and famous, why bother? No real friends, no real lovers? Because no one loves him, not even his own brother can bear him! He may have a pretty face, but he is a snake-hearted, shallow, ignorant hypocrite. He has only You have a face and no soul. Resign now, it will be too late when you drink too much of his ecstasy soup."

Zach clenched his jaw.Lydia's words made him irritated, although he had thought the same thing not so long ago. "You're exaggerating. I know it well."

"Yeah, you knew it when you hugged him and gnawed madly."

"Okay," Zach wanted to be kind, but the words were blunt. "Thank you for your concern, but I can handle it well. I just ask you to keep this matter a secret. Even if it's not for him, please don't say it for my sake. Please, I sincerely thank you."

Lydia pouted. "Fine. But you remember what I said. A vicious bastard like him isn't worth your—"

"I made a note," Zach cut her off abruptly, and went straight back into the house.He spread out his five fingers and clenched them into fists again.Lydia's words made him uncomfortable, but he didn't understand why.After all, she wasn't entirely wrong.

However, he also didn't tell Lydia that he and Tristan were over, so why?They really don't matter anymore.

"What did she say?" Tristan asked eagerly as soon as he entered the room.

Zach closed the door.He tilted his body so that he barely missed Tristan.

Tristan bit his lip and looked at Zach warily, eyes full of anxiety.

"She agreed not to tell anyone," Zach said.

"I don't believe her." There was a deep crease between Tristan's brows. "She hates me."

"If you were nice to her before, there's no need to worry about it now."

Tristan smiled dryly. "I need to be nice to everyone all the time. Do you know how exhausting that is? I paid her a lot of money for the privilege of being nice to her."

"Is that in her contract?" Zach asked sullenly.

Tristan frowned, as if he hadn't thought about it. "Well, no. Should it be included?"

Zach couldn't help laughing. "You're a freak." He grabbed Tristan by the shirt and pulled him towards him, before kissing him.The child sighed, and finally leaned limply into Zach's arms.He raised his hand to grab Zac's hair, and his two soft and plump lips were eagerly opened, which made Zach's lower body ready to move.God, that mouth.Why does such a vicious person have such a sweet mouth?

Zach growled as Tristan stepped back.

"The lube is upstairs," Tristan said, blushing, and he was just too pretty.Zach's heart hurts at the thought of seeing this man from a distance in the future but not being able to touch him anymore.

Tristan grabs Zac's hand and drags him upstairs.

Zach didn't fight back.Of course he wouldn't fight back.Damn, the boy did suck his brains out.

But it's the last time, he swore to himself, pushing Tristan onto the bed.

Tristan sucks Zack into his tight, sweet, hot body, and Zac's voice echoes in Zack's head, liar.