Just A Bit Wrong

He was neither Tristan's relative nor his physical therapist any more.When someone like him goes to the hospital to visit a star, it is harder to see himself than to go to heaven.

Looking around the hospital lobby, Zach called Jared again, only to be redirected to voicemail.

"Zack?"

Zach looked up, Gabriel's presence relieved his tense nerves. "How is he?"

Gabriel gave him a curious look. "You came to see Tristan?"

Is it so incredible?

"Yeah," Zach tried to answer, but his tone was a little off because he didn't know how much Gabe knew about his relationship with Tristan. "Is he okay?"

Gabriel made a face. "The mouth is still so poisonous, and people are still so difficult to serve. But... uh, you've seen his injuries, haven't you?"

Zach nodded stiffly.How could he not have seen it?Tristan was coming out of Donna's house when Tristan was injured and missed the live broadcast, but he got a call from a panicked Nick.After that, he immediately went to the Internet to watch the video of the game.

"His wound looks scary." Zach's voice was a little hoarse.As a physical therapist, he has come into contact with many seriously injured patients.But watching Tristan's leg break into pieces, the broken bone piercing through the skin and bleeding everywhere, these images not only pained Zac, but also caused an uncontrollable anger inside him.

"His injury is even scarier when you look at it up close." Gabriel's face was a little unhappy, "Several people in our team vomited. I have seen broken legs, but they are nothing compared to Tristan's. The FA Those idiots have already been disqualified from the competition."

"Fine," Zach took a deep breath and let go of his clenched fist, "how is he doing now?"

Gabriel shrugged, "Jared said the operation went well, but Tristan still needs a lot of physical therapy. He will be able to get out of bed and walk soon, but whether he can continue to be a professional player, this is... ..." He shrugged again.

Zach wasn't surprised at all, he knew what Tristan's level of injury meant. "I want to meet him, can you take me there?"

Gabriel looked up at him. "He is so uncomfortable, why do you still go to see him?"

"Gabe, with all due respect, when did you ever really care about him?"

"I didn't," Gabriel denied immediately, flushing, "I didn't."

"You two have an old grudge." Zach shook his head. The relationship between the Dewar brothers is really strange.

Gabriel cocked his lips and smiled. "You can say what you want. He likes to keep everything in his heart. He can't even make a fart. I'm much better than him."

Zach didn't want to argue with Gabe about this anymore. "I need to talk to him."

"I think it's better not to talk about it now. He told me not to bother him just now."

"Sorry, but I'm not like you."

"Okay," Gabriel crossed his arms, "but what exactly do you want to talk to him about?"

Gabe was a man who said "I don't bother to talk to my brother", but his words and deeds couldn't hide his concern for Tristan.Zach almost laughed at him. "You take me in, and I'll tell him myself."

Gabriel studies Zach.After a while, he nodded and motioned for Zach to follow. "let's go."

The two came to the VIP ward of the hospital. Gabriel stopped in front of a door, and he turned to look at Zach. "Don't make me regret it, or you—"

"You and Tristan are like, you both look cute when you threaten people," Zach smiled, and then looked at Gabriel seriously, "You actually care about him, go talk to him, after all, you are his The only family left."

With a bitter face, Gabe said reluctantly, "Let me think about it."

Zach walked into the ward and closed the door softly.

He stared intently at the man on the hospital bed, his gaze flicked over the plaster cast on his leg, and then settled on the back of his neck.Tristan buried his face in the pillow, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the pillow so tightly.After learning that Tristan was injured, Zach's stomach was throbbing.Seeing him like this, Zach just wanted to surround him and protect him every step of the way, and his stomach hurt even more.

Zach walked quietly to the bed.He looked at the back of Tristan's head, thinking that despite what he'd said to Gabe, he didn't know if Tristan would want to see him.Zach had made a lot of assumptions about Tristan, thinking he had seen through this man long ago, but is this really the case?When it comes to Tristan, the last person Zach trusts is himself.It's a fact he's ashamed to admit: as long as Tristan is around, Zach throws reason behind him like a mania, and wants to possess him by any means.Zach hoped that Tristan would miss him day and night and rely on him in every possible way.Even though he was a troubled youth and would bring Zach a lot of unnecessary trouble, Zach just wanted this little kid to sit in his arms, quarrel with him, and kiss him as he wanted.If Tristan messed up, only Zack could scold him, fuck him, and spoil him.This delusion in his head made Zach lose the confidence to see through Tristan at a glance.

Zach raised his hand and brushed away a long, dark, moist eyelash from Tristan's face.

Tristan backed away in shock.He turned his head and stared at Zach without blinking.His nose was red, his lips were chapped, and his wet eyes were bloodshot.He's not pretty the way he is now, but Zach wants to kiss him.

So he kisses.

Zach bent down, bringing their lips together, and Tristan made a soft, soft-sounding snort.Zach ran his fingers through Tristan's hair.He kissed him deeply, sucked, and bit those full lips, as if he couldn't kiss him enough.Tristan put his arms around Zack's neck.He ran his fingers through Zac's hair and pulled him closer.He let out a soft sigh, mixed with a short moan, and the sound went straight to Zach's heart and groin.God, what made him fall into the abyss of lust so quickly?

Tristan looked away abruptly, glaring at Zach. "What are you doing?"

"Kiss you," Zach said, kissing the left corner of his mouth, then the right corner of his mouth.

Tristan opened his mouth first, then slapped Zach on the head, "Don't kiss!" He frowned and pushed Zach away, then looked at Zach suspiciously, "What are you doing here? He narrowed his eyes, "Are you here to pity me?"

Zach laughed loudly, "My God, who in his right mind dares to pity you?"

Tristan's shoulders relaxed, but the puzzled look remained. "Then what are you doing here?"

Zach sat down by the bed, "Can't I care about my former patients? You got hurt after only one game, and it's not good for my reputation if it gets out." This sentence was originally a joke , but Tristan dropped his eyes and stopped looking at him.Zach immediately regretted it, and he gently stroked the inside of Tristan's wrist until Tristan raised his eyes again. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Zach said hoarsely.

Tristan smiled, but not much in his eyes. "Other than not being able to play football anymore, I'm fine. You can go." He took his hand away from Zach's, fingers clenched into fists.

"You can still kick—"

"Stop it," Tristan said, "I don't want to hear comforting lies like that, especially not you."

Zach looked at the plaster cast. "I'm not going to lie to you," he said. "I've had patients with lesser injuries than you who ended up being unable to play professionally again; but there were also people who recovered very well and didn't affect their performance." Looking into Tristan's eyes, "You can definitely continue to play football, even if you are not a professional football player, you can-"

"If I don't become a professional player, then football is meaningless to me," Tristan smiled, but tears welled up in his eyes. "You used to say that I was a narcissist. You are right, the fans are right. I'm important. When they call my name and encourage me to go forward, that's—that feeling is really... very special." Tristan showed a trace of regret on his face, "It makes me feel... ..." His voice gradually dropped.

"Everyone loves you?" Zach said quietly.

Tristan gritted his teeth.

"You like to feel loved," Zach said, a statement that Tristan didn't refute.His long silence allowed Zach to confirm his conjecture, "So, you think you have to be a professional player, because in this way you can relive the feeling of being 'loved'."

Tristan rolled his eyes.

Zach squeezed Tristan's jaw and lifted his face so that he looked at him. "Without football, everyone can love you."

Tristan stared blankly at Zach, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Then, his eyes widened and his face flushed with anger.He turned his head, but couldn't help but peek at Zach again.If this look appeared on other people's faces, Zach would think it meant shyness.

Tristan gave him a savage look. "Where's your fiancée?"

"I don't have a fiancée," Zach said. "I'm single now."

Tristan looked at him, seemingly forgetting how to breathe.

Finally, he asked, "Why?"

"We talked," Zach replied simply.It was the most difficult conversation of his life.Now Donna is angry when she sees him, but Zach knows that they will reconcile. After all, their friendship lasts longer than love, how can they break up so easily? "Donna and I have come to an agreement: If I want to be with someone else, there's no point in marrying her. She deserves a better partner, and we both do."

Tristan blinked rapidly, looking here and there, but not Zack. "That's it?" Before Zach could speak, Tristan gave him a menacing look, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?"

Zach's heart seemed to be filled with surging love, but he tasted a trace of sadness in it.Someone as young as Tristan really shouldn't be so defensive.

"You know why," Zach said softly.He looked Tristan in the eye, and put his hand next to Tristan's, palm up.

Tristan looked at the hand as if he were looking at a poisonous snake. "I—I don't understand."

"You understand." Zach smiled. "Okay, haven't you always been very confident in yourself? Where is that kid in my family who likes to look at people with his nostrils?"

Slowly, Tristan raised his hand; slowly, he put his hand on Zach's, and their fingers intertwined.

His brows tightened even more, "If you dare to play tricks on me, I'll kill you," he muttered, his voice trembling.

Zach laughed. "I actually think your endless poisonous tongue is also very cute, this is definitely true love."

Tristan glared at Zach, and Zach finally gave up and kissed that angry mouth.

They kissed for several minutes before separating.Tristan was dazed by the kiss.He looked so cute, Zach couldn't help but kiss him again and again.What the hell is he doing?

"Wait a minute," Tristan said suddenly, his voice sounding breathless, "did you just say that you, um, love me?" He paused on the word "love" and looked into Zach's eyes There was a hint of doubt.

Oh my god.

Zach nuzzled Tristan's flushed cheek with his thumb, "You little bastard," he whispered, kissing Tristan's jaw, "how many things have I done without thinking because of you? These things affect me for good and bad. But you're right, I love you. I don't know where the love came from, but I do love you."

Zach's hand hurts from Tristan's grip.He put his face on Zach's shoulder and whispered something.

Zach's heart hung in his throat.Although he heard every word clearly, he teased Tristan deliberately, "What did you just say?"

Tristan tapped him on the shoulder. "I said I hate you."

Zach buried his face in Tristan's hair, and he took a breath with a smile.He is a 30-year-old adult, it is not normal for him to be dizzy when he is in a relationship. It would be great if this relationship can fade with the passage of time.

"I hate you too," Zach said, pulling Tristan into his arms.He remembered the first time they met.If someone had told Zach at that time that he would fall in love with this kid for the next few months, he would have thought that person was crazy.

Tristan sighed and wrapped his arms around Zack. "You'll never get rid of me."

"Strange, why don't I mind at all?"

Tristan pinched the muscles in Zac's back with his hands. "Also, I'm not Donna. I don't accept open relationships. You are mine, and no one else is allowed to touch you."

"If it's you, I can't accept it." Zach nuzzled the sensitive spot behind Tristan's ear, and then took a bite on his earlobe, "So don't hook up with Nick anymore, or you will bear the consequences."

Tristan stepped back, and he gave Zack a wink with a smile. "Yo, is it? What consequences? Tell me?"

Zach's heart beat faster.His lower body and hands moved at the same time.

Tristan gave him that "I can't hide anything from me" look.

"You little—" Zach laughed loudly, "I'll see how I deal with you when your leg is healed."

"Aren't your appointments scheduled for several months?" Tristan tilted his head, "You don't have any other VIPs?"

Tristan was probably joking, but Zach answered him very seriously: "You're not my patient. You belong to me, so I'm going to take care of you."

Tristan looked at Zach for a long time.The snigger disappeared from his face.The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then turned into a bright and beautiful smile.Zach looked into Tristan's blue-green eyes, so warm that he took his breath away.Damn, this time, he really fell.

"You're beautiful," Zach said lowly, not referring to Tristan's face.

Tristan stared at Zach with wide eyes.Then, he shook his head slightly.

"It's true," Zach said, "your eyes can talk."

Tristan shook his head again, he was blushing and still had that awkward look on his face.

Zach smiled. "Stop struggling, I'm always right."

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Asshole. I don't want a fiddly ass therapist like you."

Zach kissed him, but the shallow kiss turned into a deep one, and Tristan's mouth bewitched him.

When the two finally kissed enough, they separated panting.Zach looks at Tristan, the blush spreading to the collar of his hospital gown.His eyes were downcast, the pupils dilated until only thin circles of blue remained.And the two plump lips were also red and swollen from the kiss, and the wet lips were covered with tooth marks-fuck, Hardaway, can you control yourself a little?

Zach cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Who says you have a choice, baby?"

Tristan narrowed his eyes, and Zach couldn't resist kissing him again.Tristan looking upset is just too cute.

"Ah! Why are you so annoying?" Tristan said between kisses. "I hate you."

Zach laughed, and he kissed the tip of Tristan's nose. "Why are you so attractive?"

Tristan clapped his paw on Zach's forehead.

end

four months later

"Are you still going to tell him that you are his brother?"

Tristan looked at Ryan and James playing on the other side of the pool, then closed his eyes and squeezed closer to Zach.The recliner was too small for the two of them, but Tristan was comfortable.He was basking in the sun, listening to the melodious birdsong, beside Zach's half-naked body.The whole world is so beautiful, so he won't let James and James' father disturb his good mood.

"Not going to," he muttered, nuzzling Zac's arm, "why should I tell him? It's just that our mother slept with the same man without a condom, and the difference between me and him That’s what they have in common.”

Tristan felt fingers running through his hair as he leaned into Zack's palm.By now, Tristan no longer cared whether others would see him like this.It's just that sometimes, he still has a feeling of disbelief.In the past, whenever he thought of someone seeing him with a man, he would break out in a cold sweat.Now he doesn't have to worry anymore-this is the benefit of not being a public figure, he is no longer a star, and it is unlikely to return to his old career in the future.Zach is confident in his recovery, but Tristan really doesn't plan to go back to playing football.His leg is recovering day by day, and the injured area is not in the way, but he is not as confident as before.Tristan figured that even if he managed to be a pro, his legs wouldn't work very well.Besides, he doesn't really want to do it himself, because this identity means that he has to live with a mask, and his relationship with Zach will become shady.This especially stresses Tristan.His relationship with Zack is basically impossible to hide.Jared and Gabe are better at this kind of thing, because they belong to the same club, so even if they appear at the same time, others will think that they are pure colleagues.

Not to mention that he has almost settled in Zach's house recently.Tristan is still a bit dazed, because he was a slow "migrant" and never officially moved: his toothbrush, his favorite pajamas, his tablet, one at a time, until one day, Tristan suddenly discovered that Zach had a lot of his stuff in his bedroom, and he himself hadn't been home for a week.

"Are we living together now?" Tristan asked one day.He's standing in Zack's kitchen with his favorite coffee beans in front of him.

Zach just smiled and kissed Tristan's neck, "Good morning." His voice was hoarse, and there was still a trace of sleepiness.

This kind of domestic dialogue not only makes Tristan feel disgusted, but also has a special awkward feeling.Thank goodness he's a friendless guy, so no one will pop up and laugh at him.Gabriel is bad enough.Every time the jerk sees Tristan at Zack's, he laughs.And he comes around quite often, because unlike Tristan, Zach has friends, and Jared and Gabe are among them.

"Maybe James wants a brother." Zach's words brought Tristan back to reality.

Tristan snorted. "He doesn't even like me."

"That's weird, why?" Zach said, "How nice you are to him."

Tristan opened his eyes, and he looked at Zach innocently. "Hey, I don't have a personal assistant now, so I'll have to look around for fun."

Zach shook his head in disapproval, but his warm eyes, and the smile in his eyes, made Tristan so dizzy that he almost laughed too.Ah, what an annoyance he looks like.

"Anyway," Tristan ran his fingers lightly across Zach's chest, the fingertips just resting on the hem of his shorts, "I hope he doesn't come here all the time when he's okay. I'm sick of seeing that silly face." .”

"He's a good kid," Zach said, "He and Ryan are basically Siamese twins, so you just have to bear it."

Tristan made a face. "Since you mentioned it, I want to ask what's going on with them? Friends with benefits?"

"You don't want to have sex in your head, they're just friends. Ryan's straight."

Tristan raised his eyebrows. "You used to flaunt yourself as a straight man, but now you have to stick your penis in my ass and do piston movements every day?"

Zach squeezed Tristan's ass. "This isn't your ass, it's mine."

Tristan was unmoved.He put on a look of displeasure, but before he could speak, Zach lifted his face and kissed him. "This mouth is also me." Zach's smile seemed to be infuriating.

"Go to hell," Tristan grabbed Zac's hair, pulled him over and kissed him hard.Zach snorted, and his always possessive hands swaggered into Tristan's shorts, enveloping Tristan's buttocks.

Someone started booing them. "My titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!"

Ryan soaked in the water, smiling obscenely at them.Tristan broke the kiss with Zach and glared at him instead, "Get out, Ryan, and pack up your bleach-haired follower."

"Told you I was born with blond hair." James gave him a weak look.

"That's right." Ryan put his arm on his good brother's shoulder, "Come on, prove it to Zach's little baby." He put a finger on the edge of James' swimming trunks, "Take it off Show him your hair underneath."

"You two are too gay," Tristan said, "and I'm not Zack's baby."

"You call my brother's name every night, and you're ashamed to say it." Ryan grinned sinisterly, pinching his throat and shouting in a particularly annoying way, "It's so cool, Zach, try hard--"

Tristan grabs a can of Red Bull and throws it on his head. "I didn't call it that!" Ryan tilted his head, narrowly avoiding disaster.

The traitor Zach actually laughed beside him. "It's a good learning."

"I hate you," Tristan said, glaring at Ryan fiercely, "even if I call you that, I'm not as gay as you two."

Ryan sighed, with a rare expression on his face. "Come on, it's tiring to talk too much about interesting stalks. There is a kind of relationship in this world called friendship, you know. I don't know why I love this idiot," he smiled meanly at James , James poked him with his elbow, "But if you talk about sleeping with him, I'm going to throw up just thinking about it. It feels like fucking my own brother."

"Yes, it's like fucking your own twin brother. It's disgusting. Have you ever seen his naked ass?"

Ryan smiled and kissed James hard on the cheek. "Baby, I'm sexy, you know it in your heart."

James rolled his eyes.Although he looked like he wanted to vomit, he still nestled obediently in Ryan's arms.

"Like fucking your own twin brother?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever heard of twin incest?"

"You're horrible," Ryan said, grinning.

"It's terrible." James echoed beside him.

"He's really scary," Zach said with a laugh.

Tristan elbowed him in the ribs.Why didn't Zach speak for him!

"But no matter how scary he is, he's still mine." Zach said, pecking Tristan's forehead lightly.

Tristan buried his face in Zack's shoulder. "Why are you getting more and more numb?"

"Yo—" Ryan and James started booing.

"Look!" Ryan teased Tristan, "he's blushing."

"Fuck off," Tristan muttered, "I didn't."

"That's right, it's very popular," James smiled, "Zach, it's a lot of sex."

Tristan squirmed, he was still very uncomfortable talking about his feelings in public.

"Okay, that's enough." Zach's voice was a little cold, probably because he felt Tristan's embarrassment and discomfort, his arms around Tristan's body tightened. "Stop teasing him."

Tristan smiled, a warmth spread in his chest, and then tightly wrapped around his heart, it was a feeling both new and familiar.A lot of the time, Zach still acted like a jerk, and Tristan was driven crazy by him from time to time.But Zach is also Tristan's reassurance.He knew when to tease Tristan and when to motivate him, and when Tristan messed up, Zack knew when to punish him.He knew when to give Tristan some privacy, and when to keep him at his back, even though he looked like an idiot.Zach became Tristan's solid backing.

Tristan waits until Ryan and James have rolled to the other side of the pool before turning to look at Zach.This was the first time he uttered this sentence clearly. "I love you, I really love you."

The earth is still spinning.

Zach looked at him, and then he let out a depressed "ow".

Tristan frowned and patted Zac's chest, "What do you mean?" Tristan is not a love expert, but he is [-]% sure: People should never react like Zac when they confess their love.

"You really turned into an obedient cookie, but I can't stand it—" Zach shook his head with a smile, he lowered his head and kissed Tristan greedily, "Little bastard, your poisonous tongue and bad temper are enough I accept it, please stay the same."

Tristan looked at him with a smile. "You know what the consequences will be if you say that? It seems that in order to scare you in the future, I will often have to make a very obedient cookie."

Zach sighed, kissed Tristan again, and said on his lips, "You little bastard."

Tristan laughed. "That's the only thing I won't change."

-The End-