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Because of this doubt, the two tacitly didn't stay in the bar for too long, and found an excuse to go back home.Dinner ended up relying on microwaved food that survived the freezer.

So in the face of the mess left in the kitchen, Brandon consciously rolled up his cuffs and started tidying up.This made Allen, who was forced to rest in the living room, feel unrealistic - he now finally understands why Brandon loves to lie on the sofa all the time. It turns out that it is so refreshing to watch the busy figures in and out of the kitchen.

After Brandon finished his work, it was past ten o'clock.Allen the slave trader expressed his satisfaction with Brandon's positive changes today.So with a wave of his long hand, he called Brandon to sit on the sofa.

At this time, the TV was playing an album, the tone was dark, and there were not many lines.Brandon, who is art blind, didn't see the theme after watching it for 10 minutes, so he stood up and went into the room to get some bottles of fine wine to cheer him up.He lightly placed two goblets on the table and filled them up for Alan and himself.

It stands to reason that Allen shouldn't drink.After all, he was only discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor's order also stated that he was required to rest well (although Alan thought about it for a few days, he still didn't think of the reason for the hospitalization).But at this time Allen felt a rare sense of leisure-indeed, although many things had not yet been answered, like a tight clockwork, he occasionally longed for a little relief.

So maybe because he wanted to indulge occasionally, Allen did not refuse this invitation.He readily took the glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.The hot taste seemed to burn his mouth, and it slid down the esophagus, almost melting a hole in his heart——he raised his head and squinted his eyes, and continued to feel the burning sensation intoxicated, longing for the fire to burn Burn those troubles away.

"Hey, don't drink too fast, be careful of choking." Beside, Brandon frowned and reminded.He knew that Alan usually didn't touch alcohol, otherwise he wouldn't go crazy when he met for the first time.It wouldn't be fun if Allen choked on strong alcohol because of this.

Fortunately, Allen recovered quickly. "It's okay, it's a great feeling!" he smiled.Although the voice was still hoarse, it was indeed full of joy.He grabbed the bottle impatiently, poured himself another glass, and filled Brandon with some.He understood why Brandon liked alcohol.This is a paralyzing addiction that no one can resist.

However, according to his drinking method, even Brandon, who has an excellent capacity for alcohol, cannot bear the torture.But he could see that Allen was distressed, and hoped to accompany him to resolve his sorrow.So he didn't obstruct much, just drinking one cup after another casually.Until finally unconscious, until all the bottles are dry.

Suddenly, Brandon felt as if someone was kissing him.That body is so hot, like a star, it makes people attached and afraid of being burned.He couldn't help but embraced back, using the strength that seemed to rub the other party into his bones.Body fluid exchange is poison, but drinking poison to quench thirst has become a necessity.As time ticked by, layers of clothes were peeled off, and the two's naked/naked instincts were revealed to each other.

Speaking of which, it was a little too much for two big men to squeeze into this small sofa.But it is this sense of constriction that adds a bit of excitement.Brandon leaned over and kissed those blue eyes that he had been yearning for a long time.When he raised his head, he saw that the always clear eyes were half full of spring/color, reflecting his own appearance.Panting low, he gnawed and kissed the upturned fair neck again with forgetfulness, and kissed all the way down.I want every inch of that alluring body to leave my traces.

At this time, he was no longer bound by those damn events.Putting aside those prejudices, and leaving aside the heavy identity of Police Officer Davis, he, Brandon, is just a mortal.He just wants to follow his instinct, feel this rare pleasure, and indulge in a passion/desire that is more intoxicating than wine...

At four o'clock in the morning, half asleep and half awake, Brandon felt a cold wind hit his face.He pulled the blanket impatiently, curled his body into a ball, and tried his best to stuff it into the gap of the sofa - after all, the feeling of a hangover is always bad, he just wanted to sleep with his head in his arms.But the sound of footsteps coming from behind made him reflexively open his eyes to be alert.

In the darkness, he saw a figure standing by the door, which was gently closing the door.The babbling sound echoed in the empty room, like the murmur of a century-old woman in an old castle.Speaking of it, its movements are not particularly sneaky, but there is an indescribable tranquility, as if it does not exist in the world at all.

But Brandon recognized it anyway. "Hey, Alan, where are you going so late?" He rubbed his sore eyes, and slowly stood up, the blanket slipping off him. "Um, you...we...were you okay yesterday?" he asked uneasily.Seeing his naked body at this moment, he slowly recalled the passion of last night.For a moment, including Allen's broken groan/groan and related sporadic fragments, lingering in his ears for an instant-this made Brandon couldn't help but react a little again.

But Brandon knew very well that now was not the time to think about it.He wasn't sure if he was too out of control last night, which worried him immensely.He hoped that yesterday's accidental episode would not allow Alan to sweep him out.After all, he hadn't forgotten the last time, it was just a teasing sentence, which caused Alan to punch him in shame and indignation.That guy was always overly shy.

After listening to Brandon's inquiry, Allen also walked slowly towards him.

"It's okay, I'm fine." He said, his tone was very soft, and the ending sound immediately floated in the air.He held Brandon's shoulders and slowly bent down.With the sparse moonlight, Brandon could see the hickey marks on his neck from last night. "You did a great job last night and made me... very comfortable," Alan whispered in his ear.And smiled, and kissed Brandon lightly on the corner of his lips.

Then without waiting for Brandon to respond, he drifted upstairs again.He seemed to be humming something when he left, obviously very happy.But Brandon was not happy, because the opponent left, leaving him to fight against lust.He could only stare at the ceiling resentfully, sleepless all night.

During the period of insomnia, Brandon was not thinking nothing.In the dark, he thought over and over about his past experiences.Including the veiled childhood, the process of getting acquainted with Alan, and all Alan's reactions last night.In the end, they refined into a song in his mind: "You can't see what you really look like, what you see is only your shadow (#Note)..." and Alan's whisper before he left, Repeatedly echoed in his mind.

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At ten o'clock the next day, Brandon, who was held hostage by the Sandman, slowly woke up.

Because of Allen's provocative kiss last night and the recoil of the hangover itself, Brandon didn't sleep well all night, tossing and turning until nearly seven o'clock before he officially fell asleep.After waking up for a while, his throat was almost cracked with thirst.So even if he didn't get enough sleep, he had no choice but to leave the sofa with his forehead--of course, it was necessary to slow down, too much force would only make him vomit a vast ocean.

After waking up, he found that not only the dizziness of the hangover had not subsided, but also that he was aching all over from condescending on the small sofa last night.After going to the kitchen to drink water, he went to the toilet to wash up with heavy steps.At first I just wanted to refresh my mind, but later I simply took a bath.After rinsing, Brandon realized belatedly that all his clothes seemed to be left in Alan's room on the second floor—he didn't intend to pick up those dirty clothes on the floor again, that would be worse than not washing them. He is disgusting.

So he wrapped a towel around his waist, and went up to the second floor by himself.Anyway, he already knew Alan's intentions last night, so kissing the Sleeping Beauty who came back late and slept late at this time only added to the romantic atmosphere.He even planned that he might be able to take advantage of the wind later and fight a few more rounds on the bed.

And when it comes to the late return, Brandon is still somewhat dissatisfied-even though he drank too much last night, he has always boasted that he is amazing in bed.It is true that none of the women who have slept with her in the past can get out of bed easily the next day.But who knew that Allen broke two "Davis-style" precedents in succession: not only was he his first male partner, but he was also No. 1 who was able to walk freely soon after the job was over.

But you know, last night they lasted a full two hours!Brandon gritted his teeth and growled inwardly.Although men are more physically fit than women, he really didn't think Allen could have such a good foundation.And remembering last night, Allen, who was originally extremely tempting, suddenly broke down and cried, almost so serious that he thought that Allen regretted not doing it (although he does not think that a man's "chaste" is more precious than tears that symbolize self-esteem ).Fortunately, before his "sexuality" was lost, Allen stopped his emotions immediately, and wrapped around Brandon's waist in an instant, so that this beautiful night could continue.

Therefore, it is obvious that there is only one explanation for the transformation from a frail scholar to a succulent goblin: little Allen is just reluctantly showing off his life and risking his life.So all his actions, including his indifference in the middle of the night, are all means of his lust!

Thinking of this, the narcissistic Brandon finally felt much more at ease.Sure enough, a precious knife is a precious knife, even if it has not been sharpened for a long time, it will not change its sharpness.If God can add some "cooking skills" to himself, then he is really perfect!Thinking happily, he hummed a song and knocked on the door in front of him, then he couldn't wait to turn the doorknob - he turned it a few more times.God damn it, he stared at the doorknob in disbelief: This door is actually locked?

Maybe it was the noise outside.At this time, there was also a sound of messy footsteps in the room, which may also be mixed with the sound of some objects falling to the ground. Obviously, a certain creature behind the door has fallen into a state of madness.The chaos lasted for 3 minutes, and Brandon, whose face was full of dark clouds, finally saw the door panel open a small crack.A brown bird's nest poked out of it.

"Morning, good morning." Allen looked at him timidly.Maybe it was because of his excessive passion last night, his voice was still hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red and swollen. "There are no ingredients at home, so you can eat outside at noon." He said.After finishing his sentence, he quickly opened the door.

But Brandon was faster than him. "Hey, little guy, are you okay?" He asked, and grabbed Allen's hand that was about to close the door, and then stuck into the door sideways with his body advantage.

After entering the room, he saw that Allen was only wearing a T-shirt - the size was too large, the wrinkles were obvious, and it was obviously the clothes he had put aside indiscriminately.Seeing that his lover was wearing his own clothes, Brandon's face finally softened. "There is no bathroom in the room, have you cleaned the 'inside'?" He frowned and asked, and put his other hand on Allen's cheek.The temperature is really hot.

Feeling Brandon's touch, Allen dodged unconsciously.In fact, just listening to sensitive words such as "body" and "inside" put him on red alert and pushed Brandon away. "I, I, I, I, I can handle it myself! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, leave me alone, go out to eat first!" Unfortunately, because the stuttering is too severe, it is not threatening at all.

"Hey, don't you take it? Last night wasn't all good..." Brandon said aggrievedly after being pushed away.

Allen still stuttered. "I, I, I, I was so drunk yesterday that I have no memory of what happened." He took a step back, but unexpectedly, a certain part was involved, and his face changed slightly. "Forget what happened yesterday, you go out first." He blushed in embarrassment, and continued to persuade him to retreat.

Brandon sighed helplessly.It is often said that a woman has a needle in her heart, and he knows this, but Alan is more serious than the women he has ever been with.

Unpredictable mind.Last night, he was clearly extremely eager, but in the blink of an eye he turned himself away, what kind of situation is this?Brandon couldn't help being startled: Could it be that Alan was really drunk last night, and now that he's sober, he wants to give up on himself?

Brandon, who had never been dumped, was confused for a while, and fell into the vortex of "self-denial" ever since.

But before he officially fell into the abyss, he thought of the kiss Alan placed on the corner of his lips in the middle of the night, and those unabashed "commendations".He really didn't think it was in the category of drunken sex.After all, Allen seemed perfectly sane then.As a member of the criminal department, he has an instinctive hatred for mysteries.So before leaving, he wanted to ask about this matter first.

"Don't rush me away, Alan." He frowned and said seriously, "I don't know how drunk you were last night. But I have to tell you the truth, I mean it, so it wasn't an accident ——Besides, didn't you say that I performed well when you came back in the middle of the night? Don't you really have any impression of these things?" He retorted.Although the statement was a bit straightforward, he wanted to ask about the situation.He didn't want to be kicked aside as a one-night stand for the first time his heart sprouted.

Allen misheard the point. "You said, I went out again last night?" His eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god, I went out again last night..." he repeated in disbelief, as if he really had no memory of his midnight activities.And this isn't the first time this has happened.

Brandon frowned at him, unable to understand Alan's reaction.Maybe it's the fever?Brandon thought, after all, Alan's behavior today was illogical.At this time, the phone rang downstairs just in time—he was busy and boring a few days ago, so he repaired the landline, but he didn't expect someone to call today. "Go to the bathroom and take a shower first. If you need 'help' later, call me, and I will assist you." He smiled and comforted.Holding Alan's shoulder, he kissed his forehead lightly, and went downstairs to answer the phone.

But Brandon never expected that the budding relationship between the two would go astray during this phone call.

Peter Rowan, who was at the scene, held the microphone at the scene of the crime and said in a low voice: "Hey man, I think you have to come - Charlie Bull is dead; and I have found some new ones in the past two days. Information, you must be very interested..."

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