Black Hurricane

I went straight to Kal-El's house and fell asleep without taking off my clothes.When I woke up, I was lying next to Kal-El.He was wearing Superman boxers and I was naked.This is what happens when I don't like to wear underwear.

I smiled and leaned towards him, resting my head on his pectoralis major.He put his arms around me, holding me tight, just like the old days.

"Would you like me to give you a haircut?" He asked in a low voice, rubbing against my erect morning erection with his thigh.

"Okay." I run my hand over his stomach.

He turned over and lay on his side, his palm wrapped around my penis, and I touched his too.Before he moved a few times, he heard his mother shouting from upstairs——

"Calvin, we're going to be late!"

"Give me a few minutes, Mom," he called back, moaning through my hair in frustration.

I smiled to myself and jerked his cock and they both came in no time.I haven't had an orgasm since last week.This is almost breaking my record.

"Maybe we should just pretend to be a couple so Dean will let go," Kal-El said as he wiped himself off.

"He knew we weren't a couple."

I reached for a tissue, but as I expected, he leaned over and licked it clean.His fetishism is pretty serious.His tongue made me giggle so hard I couldn't push him away.This used to happen a lot when we lived together.Well, it’s actually more than that.After I moved out we occasionally had sex, but we never became a relationship.He knows I don't date people.

"Why don't you let Terry come? You two should have had a good fight yesterday, and then we'll establish a relationship."

"He will see through." I yawned and got back under the covers.Terry would be more convincing, because Dean should already know that Kal-El and I are just buddies.

The bed creaked as he rolled over, and as he undressed he walked to the closet and put on jeans and a Metallica t-shirt with a big rip.

He combs his long hair in front of the mirror. "I'm thinking about going black."

"It looked good dyed black before," I replied muffled under the covers.

"Maybe I should cut it short by the way. It's three pinches of different lengths now."

"Two of them are right next to your face. Don't cut them, they'll look good."

It was true, his hair hung lustrously between his strong, white shoulder blades, and was as thick at the ends as at the top.Working at his mom's hair salon just has its perks.Good for me too, he'll cut my hair for free.

He bent down and kissed me, then left.I closed my eyes for a while, lingering until I had to get up to pee.I relieved myself in the bathroom and brushed my teeth, Kal-El still left my toothbrush next to his.Hopefully the toothbrush hasn't been used by anyone else, but it shouldn't be doubted since Kal-El never brings anyone home.

I walked back to Kal-El's room.He's still totally a big boy.The walls were painted the same dark blue as when he was a child.There are still spaceship banners hanging all over the wall near the ceiling.His desk is cluttered with two giant computers that allow him to play two accounts in the same game.His collection of figurines is carefully placed on the shelves of the bookcase, most of which are still unopened.He takes pains to keep the figures in "perfect condition".Empty pizza boxes and dirty laundry were thrown around.I don't mind a mess.The cleanliness here is not much different from where I live.

Speaking of where I live... I really don't want to lose that loft, but I have no other choice.My main source of income is The Flying French, and I don't get work calls from other side jobs.I have less than two weeks left to find a new apartment.Maybe I should ask Kal-El if he wants to share a room with me.It was time for him to be a little bird leaving the nest, too.He'd be a great roommate.

I took the subway back to my loft.As soon as I came to the street, I saw a group of people with long guns and short cannons squatting outside.It took me a while to realize they were squatting on me.I sprinted through them, dodging the bombardment of questions about last night, and sprinted my way up the stairs.I spent the rest of the day drawing, playing guitar, and feeling sorry for myself.I didn't believe a word of Dean's words, which I was grateful for, but I also had a pain in my stomach.Should I have a good talk with him?

***

Friday is the day to play ball, basically just hang out with friends.Kal-El drove me up and took me through the paparazzi still hunkered down outside my attic and picked me up in his car.Some of the paparazzi even tried to follow us to the gym, and Kal-El swung them off after a few turns.By the time we got there, other people had already started playing.

Sneakers screech on the wooden floor as the ball is passed between the hands of five fit, sweaty teenagers running around and balancing each other.We also played with Adam and Jesse, Eric's buddies at school.Jesse is a little famous basketball star who can kill us in seconds.Adam wasn't very good at ball, he only played because Jesse begged him to join.

Eric and Benji were sitting in the audience, staring at Eric's mobile phone together, both smiling.I climbed the steps of the grandstand and walked around behind them, hushing Kal-El with my finger to my lips.Just when I was about to scare them both, I saw the image on the small screen of the phone - Dean and I were standing on the stage.Then Benji presses a key, and the screen pauses.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, and the two good buddies jumped up screaming in fright.

"Jess," Eric faltered.Benji also had the expression of being caught and raped in bed.

"What's this?" I asked, pointing to Eric's smartphone.

"Uh...uh..."

"It's you and Dean, obviously, on YouTube," Kal-El said behind me.I didn't even notice the sound of him coming up.

The friends stopped passing the ball and gathered around.Eric played that video again for me.Dean's deep voice sounded terrific on Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters."I flopped down between Eric and Benji when my voice came, and it sounded really weird to me.Do I really sound like this?

Jesse squeezed through the semicircle of people, trying to see the small screen. "Wow, you sing really well."

What a nightmare.On the screen, Dean's fingers slid into my T-shirt.

"Please turn it off."

Eric quickly relieved me of the remaining bits of torture.

I covered my face for a full minute, trying not to think.

"Sorry," Benji said. "We just wanted to read the comments. Some of them were pretty interesting."

"Comment?"

"Yeah," Eric showed me his phone. "This video has 600 million views, more than 200 million likes, and almost [-] comments."

"What?" I snatched the phone from Eric.God, he was right.

Edion Forever: I hate Jess.Ugliness brings trouble.

Daniel 1963: I want to fuck them both.

Michelle Mu: Super super super super love this song! ! !Still want to see! !

Drag Man J: @爱迪安恩忍 You are just jealous of you.Jess is great.

Nazi Man: Fuck you dick sucker.I liked the band a lot before the lead singer turned gay.

Ariel's Light: He's always bent.It's just that I haven't come out of the closet before.

Nazi man: Get lost, sir.

Tai Limei 453: My mother, mother!God god god god awesome! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Sam 49773: @泰丽美453 How do you say "Mom, Mom, Mom" ​​and "God, God, God" so that you don't have to say it?

I quickly returned the phone to Eric, and then ran my hands through my hair.

"That's not all," Eric said slowly.

"Anything else?" My voice was so weak that I couldn't hear it myself.

"You and Dean McQueen are hotly discussed on fanart, fanart, forums, and gossip tabloids," came the voice of someone who didn't know. "The crowd loves it."

We turned our heads to see a middle-aged man in an expensive gray suit and blue tie. The agent of "Black Hurricane"?What is he doing here?

"Is Mr. Jones right?" he asked.

"Call me Jace," I corrected.

"I'm Jack Coleman." The man came up the steps and asked for my handshake, and I responded in a mysterious way. "Can I talk to you?"

"Whatever you say, you can say it in front of this group," I said, pointing to my friends.

"Fine." He nodded to my friends before turning to me. "Your friends are right Jess, you're not only a YouTuber now, you're an international celebrity. The 'Black Hurricane' fans are raving about you and Dean. They love you guys Two together. They love your singing too."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back with my elbows on the one step higher behind me.Coleman continued—

"'Black Hurricane' will hold two benefit concerts after the next concert. I hope you can join them."

My friends sat very still around me, and some of the others sat down.

"You want me to go to a charity performance?"

Asking me to play Dean's "arm girl" to sprinkle sugar on those raving fans is a no-go.God, why did things become like this?Am I going to be entangled forever?

Coleman said with a sly businessman face: "I hope you can sing with Dean."

Well... people not only want me to be Dean's "arm girl", they want me to sing too.It was definitely Dean's idea, another cheap trick to get me, like last Wednesday.God, he really won't stop.Is he going to toss until his soul returns to the west before he is willing to give up?Or the day when I died of anger, the latter is more likely, anyway, I was already driven crazy by him.I can even imagine myself lying in my own coffin a year later, with an Einstein afro caused by pulling my hair every day, and my mother cried: If I hadn’t met Dean, a scum who played rock and roll Well, I could have been President of the United States without being kicked out of my garret and sleeping on the streets.Then she'd yell at my dad to sue that rock scumbag, and my dad would promise to do it like a pug.The media will make a fuss.Dean would throw a commemorative show out of the blue, under the guise of donating money to blood pressure drug development—he would think high blood pressure killed me.Kal-El would live with his mom all his life and end up in jail for reselling game currency.Benji would wear mourning for a year, beating himself up, thinking he could have done something for me, and Rick would be there watching the game with a beer in hand.Eric would write a touching article about me in his magazine.Then he will join the media war against Dean, and finally become the ruler of the world. He will establish a fashion police agent team in each country. The people who eat melons inject a keen sense of fashion and throw everyone in yellow clothes to prison.Terry will expand his sex shop further...

"Jess..." I don't know who said it, and put a warm hand on my shoulder.

I suddenly realized I was laughing hysterically, tears streaming down my cheeks.I hid my face to stop myself.Except for the echo of my sobbing, the whole room fell silent, so I tried to control my emotions.

"Oh my God, I think he's finally getting over it," Ariel said, wrapping his thin arms around me.

"If you'll say yes, I'll offer you a high price," Coleman said over my wailing laughter. "$[-] a show. If you agree to shoot a music video with Dean, I'll pay you another $[-]. It's a total of $[-]. I've got the contract ready, I just need to sign it."

As soon as I heard that number, I immediately stopped laughing.God.With this money, I don't have to live on the streets.It's not going to make me rich, but it's enough for my security deposit and a few months' rent.Now, I just have to hope that the new owner of the attic will be willing to rent it out.

When I first found this attic, there was nothing in it but unstable beams, trash, rough walls and uneven floors.Rick is the building contractor who drafts the rectification plan.Then he, Kal-El, and Terry helped me remodel and paint.Benji helped decorate the interior and he planted most of the greenery on the small balcony facing the sea.Eric and Alex weren't part of our little group at the time, but I'm sure they would have helped if they had been.For most people, the ideal house does not exist, but my residence is like this, because it is mine, it was built by friends, and my few belongings are placed in it.I can't lose it.Perhaps with such a sum of money, I would have the capital to negotiate with the new homeowner.

"I can't sing any of their songs." I move my hands from my face, wiping my tears.

Coleman opened his briefcase and took out a thick wad of tickets.

"It's all right, kid. The latest 'Black Hurricane' concert is tonight. I've got tickets for all of you." He pulled out another stack of little cards, and handed them to Rick. "It's a backstage pass. You can get a close-up look at what they're doing. The first charity show doesn't start until next Friday, and the second in two weeks. The MV shoot will be in between. The band will work together to teach you that curved."

Benji handed me a ticket and a pass.

"I'm not sure," I murmured, seeing the photo of "Black Hurricane" printed on the ticket.It's just a blurred image, but I can still see the outline of Dean clearly.He was such a jerk before, but there's one image I can't get out of my head: his face begging me last Wednesday.His voice was so sincere.Maybe I should talk to him...

"It's all about doing good," Coleman continued, "one for victims of domestic violence and two for a charity fund dedicated to helping LGBT youth living on the streets."

Alex sat down and took the contract and began to browse through each page.

“LGBT youth on the streets, huh? When were these charity projects chosen?” I asked.

Is this also a ploy Dean uses to impress me?Does he know I've been on the streets?He knew that four of my friends were victims of domestic violence?However, if what Dean said at the time is true, he also lived on the streets and suffered domestic violence.

"A few months ago," Coleman said, literally slapping my brain in the face.Of course, it is also possible that he was lying. "Our arrangements are made very early on. Usually months or even years in advance."

Alex continued to browse through the contract documents, scanning each page quickly.

"Can we discuss it?" Eric said.

Coleman nodded, picked up his briefcase and left the gym.

"Benefits are really about doing good," Eric said. "But it's understandable if you don't want to go. No one will blame you. If you don't go, the charity show will follow."

"Yes," Jesse said, "but if you go, it will increase the public's attention to them."

"That's right," Benji said, lying back on his back with his head resting on the step behind him. "What are you going to do?"

I heaved a long sigh. "I don't know. Jessie's right. It would definitely attract more attention if I went, and I do need the money for the attic."

"Attic?" Rick said, taking the seat next to Benji. "Are you going to renovate?"

"No. Didn't Terry tell you?"

"You told us not to," Terry said, taking the seat behind me.

I really can't believe what he said.Kal-El has a tight mouth, yes, but it's not so easy for Terry to keep a secret, but he's definitely not as big-mouthed as Eric and Benji, who seem to think everyone should know Everything that happens in small groups.

"I should have told you earlier...the attic was sold."

"Oh no." Benji stood up and pushed me on the shoulder. "You bastard. You should have told us earlier. Then we could have done something for you."

"It's no use." I leaned my head back between Terry's knees. "Attics are expensive. Thirty thousand won't be enough, but maybe enough for the new owner to rent the loft to me."

For a long time, the only sound was the sound of Alex flipping through the contract, and I could almost hear the brains of my friends trying to come up with a solution.

"I don't know what to do," Kal-El said, sitting a row below me. "If there is no other way in the end, you can come and live with me. I will be very happy to live under the same roof with you again."

"Thanks, bro." I gave him a faint grin. "I'm trying to figure it out as much as I can first. I really like that place. But... well, I don't know. Singing with Dean? Rehearsing with him? I don't even want to be in a room with him, let alone Let him direct me and teach me to sing."

"I'll go with you if I'm free," Kal-El said. "You know, being your guardian, cheering you on."

"Yes." Benji's shoulder bumped mine. "I can spend my spare time with you. That way I don't have nothing to do while Rick is working. It would be nice to watch the band rehearse."

"Me too," Terry said. "I've taught Rhyme to take care of everything at work." - Rhyme is Terry's assistant in the sex toy shop, and he looks thin - "I want to go to India next year, so I have to Rely on him to run the store. Let him exercise without me guarding the store first."

"Alex and I can come over in the evening," Eric said, and looked at his boyfriend, who nodded in agreement.

"Well, we don't know each other very well," Jesse said, "but Adam and I can go there on nights when Alex and Eric aren't. School isn't in yet."

I really didn't spend much time with Adam and Jesse.I had a little bit of a crush on Adam before, so Jesse was always wary by my side.Adam was always careful not to get too close to me, to prove to Jesse that he was single-minded.

Rick smiled and nodded at me, indicating that he was also involved.It really warms my heart that people are willing to spend their precious free time with me.I was so excited that I couldn't speak for a while.

"I don't even know what to say..."

"That's it," Benji popped out like a bouncing doll. "I'll make a schedule of everyone's free time, and you try to rehearse during those times. Oh, it's sure to be fun!" He clapped his hands.Yeah, he's such a no-nonsense little sissy that I'd wonder Rick would fall in love with him.Although they are now inseparable.

"So we're done?" Coleman asked at the door.

I don't know how long he stood there.He was leaning against the wooden door frame, carrying a bag in his hand, and elegantly draped his coat on his wrist. A white light shone from behind him, turning his face into a cloud of shadows.

I look over at Alex and he nods. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the contract. Once you sign it you can't break it and you have to sing at least five songs with Dean every night. And it says you have to be at every rehearsal with the band." He shrugged. "Although there is no schedule for rehearsals, I'm pretty sure you have a say in when rehearsals are made."

I put my head back on Terry's lap again.He kept his hands on my face, thumbs stroking my skin.At this moment, I feel like a strong wind is blowing, and the strong wind is blowing towards me, and there is nowhere to escape.If I do nothing, I'll end up on the street, but if I spend all my time with Dean, the wind might turn into a hurricane.

"It's okay, Jace. We've got your back."

"Okay" I said with a sigh.It's all about doing good, I need money and my friends will stand up for me.What is there to worry about?