Black Hurricane

I was a little surprised that Dean hadn't taken advantage of me after the night's talk, but had left so quickly.If he really wants to make that kind of request to me, I'm not sure I can resist him.But to be honest, I was a little disappointed.

I have already decided to live in harmony with him, as for whether to be friends or not?I'm not sure I can be friends with him and watch him mess with fanboys, or find a serious relationship with another guy.I don't think I can become his boyfriend either, because most of the time he can't control himself and crawls into someone else's bed.Unless we are in an open relationship, but I don't think I will be willing to share him with others after we are together.The sight of that little blond chopstick dangling next to him during rehearsal was enough for me.That guy's name is Li.

This morning, when Terry and I arrived at the rehearsal room, I was in a bright mood, but when I saw the group of fans, the joy disappeared, and Li was among them.In the first three days of rehearsal, they didn't show up here, why are they all popping up now?

Li restrained his distaste for me a little, and only occasionally glanced at me bitch.He also took every chance he could get skin-to-skin with Dean, small gestures like rubbing his back, rubbing against him, or touching his chest while they were talking.Dean seemed to be trying to look like he was ignoring him when I was there, but they had clearly slept together, probably not once, and Lee clearly wanted me to get out of the picture of him and Dean.

As for Dean, I'm kind of at a loss for what to do with him after last night, so Lee was actually a good excuse to keep him at arm's length for a while.This morning was the second time I walked into a rehearsal room and didn't know what to do.Although unlike last time, my hostility towards Dean has almost dissipated.I don't completely forgive him, and it's impossible to get over that, but I now know he's had a hard time, and I'm pretty sure he was telling me the truth last night.

"Okay, all irrelevant personnel get out," Yin said.The younger brothers and younger sisters grunted and left one after another, heading for the living room.

"Are you staying in this house all the time?" Terry asked Yin as he left after getting my nod.

"Yes, we have a lot of games and odd jobs. If we hang around outside, we may be followed, so we try to stay in the house as much as possible."

"It's miserable."

Yin shrugged and gestured to Li, who was hiding behind Dean. "Li, you too. There are only the two of them in the rehearsal room today."

As we were leaving, Lee gave me one last look and Yoon rolled his eyes at me annoyed, probably to make me laugh.After the door closed, my heart rate started to soar and my palms started to sweat.What is the situation now?

I cleared my throat and walked over to the table piled with sheet music.Apart from the sound of my boots hitting the ground, there was an unsettling silence in the room.

Dean sat on the arm of the couch and twirled his thumb.

I cleared my throat again and he finally took a look at me. "Your pants are too tight. Are you going to sing soprano?"

The corners of Dean's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly hid his smile. "Why are you dressing up for me all of a sudden?"

"Didn't dress up for you. Eric told me not to dress like a bum."

"You can do whatever Eric asks you to do."

"more or less."

"Are you interested in him?"

"It's a bit."

"Should I be jealous?"

"Are you jealous?"

Dean didn't answer, just kept looking deeply into my eyes.He stuck out his tongue and moistened his lips, and for a brief moment, I thought back to those kisses in the hotel.

"What's the matter with you and Li?" I shrugged in the direction Li left.

Dean smiled lightly, and rolled his eyes the same as Yin just did. "He's a boner. That's all."

"It's more than that." I leaned against the table piled with sheet music.

Dean shrugged. "We slept in a few times, that's all."

"He doesn't seem to think so."

"Are you jealous?" Dean asked, one lip curled up in a smile.

I looked away and fiddled with the papers.Dean walked towards me and put his hands on my sides, making me look up and meet his eyes.

"I knew he wanted more, but I made it clear to him from the very beginning that I didn't want more from him."

"Then why do you keep touching him?"

This time Dean actually laughed.I laughed as soon as I said it.

"You're jealous."

"I do not have."

I squinted, pushed Dean away, and walked over to the instrument, running my fingers over Yoon's electric guitar.

Dean sighed. “The last time we slept was three months ago in Las Vegas. He was one of the few people who slept with me before I came out. He was very loyal and I didn’t tell or threaten me. Never asked me for money or anything. I valued loyalty, so I let him stick around. He knew I wasn't interested in a relationship."

But he still wants a relationship.

"Hey," Dean said from behind me, putting a hand lightly on my crotch. "If you want me to get rid of him, I will."

I couldn't help laughing. "You'd be disloyal then, wouldn't you?"

I turned to him and he shrugged. "Bones come and go. And when they find out they can't tame the untameable, the life of rock stars fades."

"Are you untamable?" I whispered, meeting his eyes carefully.

Dean stroked my chest gently. "Yes, except to you. I don't want to be in love with anyone but you."

The look was so intense that I looked away.My whole body was boiling with excitement, as was the hardened guy in my crotch.Is he so attractive to me?

"We should rehearse well," I said.

"Okay." Dean walked away from me.He hits a few keys on the stereo, and pop-style music blasts from the big speakers.Standing in the middle of the floor, he curled his fingers in an inviting gesture to me.

"Aren't we rehearsing the 'Black Hurricane' song?" I walked slowly towards him.

"Can you dance?" he asked, his narrow hips already bobbing with the music festival.

"Can I dance?" I snickered. "You're asking the right person."

"I've got to see what you can do so I can plan the moves for the stage." He puts a hand on my crotch.I was startled by his touch, but he held on tighter. "Jump." He pulled me closer.

My eyes wandered around, so he locked my sight firmly.I stared into those colored eyes, and the black circle around the green iris, and I began to dance to the music, my body matching his.His hands slid to my crotch, one hand just above my tailbone, pressing me tightly against his body.

"You have to get used to being so close to me."

I swallowed the saliva that was pouring into my mouth.I don't know if it's his masculinity, or his warmth, or his deep gaze.Or maybe it's the movement of his muscles under my fingertips, the twitching of my crotch, or his wet lips as we dance.Maybe all of the above.

I danced with him, our bodies swaying, rubbing, spinning together.He pulled my body away slightly, pressed his fingers on my chest, quickly turned half a circle towards me, and then stuck to my back.I held my breath as his crotch pressed against my ass.He guides my movements, knees bent, fingers sliding in front of me, our hips bobbing in unison.I don't think I've ever been so turned on by a dance partner.Even all the sexy women in the "Crash" bar combined can't compare with him.It's almost like fucking through clothes, or having foreplay.

I unconsciously bent my body, put my hands around the back of his neck, and pressed my shoulder blades against his chest.Dean's low moan made me shudder.He pulled my ass tighter, his cock hard against my ass slit.He walked all the way down my body with open palms, towards my crotch, and I rested my head on his shoulders and pressed my face against his neck.Dean's heavy breathing came to my ears, and my voice was also rushing as his hands moved on my crotch. He traced my hardness with his fingers.

When I raised my head and opened my eyes, I met Dean's burning gaze through the combination of large mirrors on the wall.Our poses and actions at the moment are simply too erotic.Looking at the way he is holding me now and the posture that he is about to hit me on the ground, even if I was not hard before, I should stand up now and then.His hands wandered all over my body, his face pressed against my neck.I seemed to be frozen, unable to do anything, his breath swept over my neck, and his soft and moist lips were pressed against my skin.When I turned my head away, a soft moan escaped from my throat.

It's too late to call a stop now.This one-way train of desire can no longer be suspended, it can only be allowed to crash into the milky white cloud called intoxication.

"Is this okay?" Dean whispered in my ear, touching the oppressed clone under me with his fingers.He reached for the buttons of my trousers, but stopped there, breathing heavily into my ears.

"Please," I whispered, desire close but unsatisfied.

The buttons were undone and the zipper was pulled down.Dean's hands reached into my pants, wrapping around my already sensitive cock.

He brought it out, stroked it lightly, and I moaned.He moaned back, his erection just so hard between my buttocks.

"Oh fuck," as he stroked my pre-cum-spitting tip.My pouch slumps tight and I cry out as a rush of utter pleasure runs from my groin to my toes and up through my body.When I was about to go down, Dean hugged me tightly.He didn't stop what he was doing, he kept moving until I finally couldn't come out, and he moved a few more times.

"You're beautiful," he whispers into my hair.

I responded to him with a "huh", still indulging in the cloud of orgasm, not in a hurry to get back from the pleasure.But I came back from the cloud, and when I came back to my senses, I packed my pants and pulled away from Dean's arms.There's a big, wet smudge in front of his crotch, the work of his own orgasm.

Dean put his hand in his mouth and licked my cum away with a moan as if savoring it.

I watched his movements and exhaled tremblingly.Fuck, he's so sexy.

"Are you okay?" He stroked my hair with his clean hand.

"Uh, I'm fine."

Although I'm not really good.How did we end up like this?Does he think I can play with him now?Fuck, I'm not going to have sex with him.I'm not ready yet.

"I'm going to get something to clean up, okay?" He walked away from me slowly. "You're going to stay here, right?"

"Okay," I whispered to the floor.

There are so many things about him that I don't understand.If I let my heart wander in love, it will break again.I have told myself that there is no such thing as love.I've told myself so over and over that I've convinced myself, what do I call the way I feel about Dean now?It's not just lust, not sure if it's obsession either.I want to be with him and never let him leave me.Is it possessive, maybe?But why him?Isn't love a mixture of infatuation, friendship and possessiveness?So am I in love with him?

My head was buzzing and I was walking aimlessly up and down the floor.

What would it mean to me if I fell in love with him?He said he wanted to have a formal relationship with me, but what is a formal relationship to me?I'm sitting alone in the house painting, and he's touring the world for months?Still messing around with the flesh and blood?Sleeping with Lee?I can't believe he doesn't touch the sexy bodies that come and go during his tour.

I really don't know him well enough.If I try to learn more about him, I risk another heartbreak.If I stay far away now, I can still lick the torn wound in my heart, at least it won't be shattered.Should I stop my losses in time while I still have the advantage?Do I still have an advantage?

I have to get out of here.

I found Terry outside the house, chatting with Lucas, smoking a cigarette.

I didn't even look at Lucas, I just walked past them. "let's go."

"Have rehearsals been over?" Lucas asked. "You're just getting started."

"It's over," I said, not sure if I meant the rehearsal, or this with Dean—whatever it was.

Clearly sensing my distress, Terry sprinted to Kal-El's car and ignited it.I didn't wait a moment to let Dean know, and just left in a hurry.