Black Hurricane

"Oh fuck," he gasps from the back of my neck and we're all wet and oily and lustful.

I hummed in response, a wave of drowsiness swept over me, and I closed my eyes in the comfort and warmth of Dean's arms.He put his hand on my chest, hugged me tightly, sniffed the breath in my hair, and inserted his slowly softening part deeper.

At one point, I firmly believed that I could stay away from him.So it seems that I can't resist him at all.This irresistibility was not born after I knew his past experience.This irresistibility has long been buried in my heart.Twice already our bodies have unconsciously disarmed each other.I can never leave him.I need him.My mind was full of thoughts about him all day and all night.Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, with the last barrier between us gone and no more excuses to avoid him, I'm relaxed.Leave what happens in the future to the future.I just want to live in the moment and enjoy being with him.

"If you weren't covered in oil," Dean said sleepily, "I'd kiss you from head to toe." I hummed again, making him laugh.He let go of one of his arms around me, slid aside and started stroking my arm. "Are you finished?"

"It's over," I returned to my senses, stretched out my hand to intertwine with him, his breath tickled the back of my neck, and made me tremble.

"Are you finally willing to kiss me?" He put his head next to mine.

"We just kissed," I said, trying to keep the position so I could see him.

Dean laughed lightly. "That's not what I call a kiss. I want you to kiss me."

I pause for a moment.

He wants my love.That's what he meant.He wanted me to give him a loving kiss, not a kiss driven by lust.

I turned my head to kiss him.It wasn't easy as I was pinned to the table beneath him; we twisted a few times and I was lying on my back on the table, still under him, and I gave him a kiss that was heady enough.He responded with a deep, burning kiss, swallowing the muffled moans that escaped my mouth, and we just fell in love.Before I knew it, we were making out like two middle school students: slow and sensual, engaged and passionate.We didn't stop until the warm fluid was pouring from between my buttocks.

I gasped suddenly and put a hand on his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his lips swollen from the kiss.

I was silent for a while, then took a sharp breath and said, "You're not wearing a condom."

Dean frowned, and slid his hand underneath to touch the puddle. "I know. I'm sorry. By the time I find out, it's too late. I've already cum inside you."

I made a straight face at him decisively, so he raised his eyebrows. "I swear I'm healthy. I got checked not long after I came to Boston, and I haven't had one since. I've been guarding you for a while," he says with a sexy smirk.

"I've never done it without a condom." I tried my best to ignore his pretty face and put on a very serious look. "Never. Not even when I was a fool... except when I was with you."

"I'm sorry, baby." He leaned down and nibbled on my neck. "I won't do it next time. I really forgot. I only did it in a trick."

I closed my eyes for a moment, then wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again.

After we walked out of the room, we were severely scolded.It took an hour to get the make-up and clothes in place, as well as the swollen lips.In retaliation, Kevin said that the whole crew heard what we were making.I really hope he's joking.

Kal-El came to pick me up in a car full of empty boxes of hair products.We taped up the boxes and packed the things I didn't use much before moving out of the attic.I don't really have anything to pack, but we've somehow packed several boxes and still have a lot left.

"I've got to get a medical," I said as we rested on the couch.

Kal-El took a sip of coffee, sending it all over the table.

"Carl! Disgusting!"

Kal-El coughed and glared at me. "What? Why? You always wear condoms."

"I know," I replied, still looking between him and my wet coffee table.I picked up a half-wet towel from the floor and started wiping the table, otherwise the room would smell of coffee in the morning. "It just... happened."

"It just happened? It can't just happen like that. You gotta watch out, Jace!" Kal-El yelled.He never yelled at me.Then he held my forearm tightly and stopped me from mopping the floor.

"I saw everything at the concert that day, but he didn't put his dick in your body either."

I look away.

"Jace!"

I still haven't answered.I have a strong feeling that he won't be supportive of my relationship with Dean.

"Holy shit, are you fucking with him again? What the hell are you doing?"

I closed my eyes, and it took me a while to answer, "I love him."

"So?" he said, his voice still high.

"So, I love him," I repeat, opening my eyes and looking directly at Kal-El.

He waved his hands up and shook his head.

"You're making a mistake. He's going to break your heart again. He's a rock star, you got it wrong!"

I rubbed the forearm that he had pinched vigorously with his fingers.

"I know. I tell myself that, but I love him. I gotta give myself a chance."

Kal-El narrowed his eyes.

"You must have discussed it with Terry."

I smiled and sighed.He doesn't intend to continue to tangle with me on this matter.I could tell from his helpless expression.He closed his eyes, sighed heavily, and took me into his arms. "Well. You're like a brother to me, you know."

"I know, although brothers generally don't mess around."

"You know what I mean." He licked my scalp.I grinned in protest, breaking free of his grip.

"I'll always stand behind you and heal you. Just don't let him hit base again, you know? God knows what he's got on those dudes."

I quickly thought about Lee, and the fact that Dean might have been with a bunch of people, but I wasn't much better myself.Dean said he wasn't sick, but my anxiety was burning a hole in my heart.

"I'll accompany you to the test."

"I love you," I said, throwing myself into his arms.

"I love you too, brother."

"Don't tell anyone about me and Dean, please," I mumbled into his neck.

Kal-El let go of his embrace. "Why?"

"I don't know, it just happened, and...it's just... Terry's going to blow up, he's going to talk to me forever. Eric's going to get to the bottom of every detail, and Benji's going to figure it out for us. A couple costume for Halloween."

This supposedly made Kal-El laugh, but he just set his jaw back.He's seen the mess Dean left behind when he slapped his ass in the past.This point, he will probably never let go of it.

"I won't tell. I promise."

***

Two days later, a black car parked in front of my house in the sun.Ellie rolled down the window and let me in.Dean wasn't in the car, so for a little while I was a little worried that Ellie and Lee were on the same team and they were going to get rid of me.More outrageous things than this are not unheard of.

"We meet up with Dean later," she explained, shifting gears. "Need to shake off the paparazzi first. Buckle up."

As soon as I put on my seat belt, she started the car.God, maybe this is a design to kill me.I closed my eyes, and she was speeding up at the line between the lanes, and the paparazzi who made money from it followed behind her like a wild run.

Since the "youtube video" incident, paparazzi have been wandering around my residence, and after the concert, the number has tripled.That's one of the reasons I've been hiding in the attic these days.They even started harassing my friends.Eric came over late last night and slammed a shiny magazine in my face with a picture of him getting out of Alex's car in some weird pose with his arms full of takeout. drill out.It even mentioned his name, as well as Shiny Boy magazine.Those people dug it out by some means, and I know Eric won't tell them.From what I know of Eric, if he knew someone was filming him, he'd strike a pose first.

"I don't think we're going to a villa?" I said to Ellie.She made a sharp turn, and I gasped, grabbing the handles to steady myself.

"Yeah, Dean is elsewhere," she said, smiling brightly at me.

"Keep your eyes on the road, I beg you!"

Ellie smiled and refocused on the road. "It's great for you two to be together. Speaking of the hot Sippy, we're thinking of a super Sippy name for both of you, but since you both have short names, it's not going to be easy. What's up, Diess Like? Majors? Jess Quinn? Jess Dean?"

"And 'Jesqueen' and 'Jesdean'?" I sneered. "Makes us look like girls."

Ellie laughs, "The press seems to be planning to use 'Jess Dean' already. Dean doesn't seem too happy about it, so we guys want to choose 'Dees'. That's much better, isn't it?"

"Sounds like Kiki's. Did Diess try to homonym 'dazzling'? But anyway, we're too early to worry about super sipi names. In fact, we've only been together for two days That's all," I muttered, checking the rearview mirror for stalkers.

Note ①: Dazz, pronounced like "dazzle", means cool.

"The media don't think it's only been a day or two."

She went through Chinatown and then through South Boston.Although the paparazzi are no longer there, she still drives like a madman, making detours and only returning at the intersection leading to the south.Fortunately, there were no police along the way.She ended up in an empty car park in Dorchester, and I felt as if my heart had been left there on Columbia Road when she drove between two big trucks.

An old pickup truck with grimy windows, peeling red paint, and rust was parked next to us.

"He's in the car?" I pointed to what looked like a dying car.Even if I don't want to believe that Ellie and Li conspired to kill me, why would Dean, who is not short of money, drive such a car?This looks more like Li's economic level.

"Yes." She waved goodbye to me. "See you at the party tonight?"

"Party?"

"Well, it should be a small gathering. Maxim thinks it should be a small gathering, because there are still ten days until the next concert. You know, you have to relax. But Yin doesn't want a bunch of people to run to the villa side, so they only invited a handful of people. I think Yin has already called to invite your friends. Other than a few others."

"Okay..." I took another look at the ugly pickup.

"Okay, go ahead. He's been planning this since yesterday. I've been with the band all year and I've never seen him this excited. So romantic."

"Okay," I replied, a little more relaxed.Because of her words, my heart that was left halfway finally caught up.

I took a deep breath, pulled the door open and slammed it shut, and walked three steps to the door handle of the broken pickup.Who will be holding the steering wheel inside?Is it Lee with a pistol, or Dean with a rose?