Silver Blade and Rose

Unexpectedly, he would say that, Zars was stunned, his face was a little red, but he was restrained in time - he finally barely learned how to control himself from becoming a human-shaped tomato, which is gratifying.

"Just kidding," Edwin said without taking any action, "We'll talk about it tonight."

It was 11:30, theoretically Edwin's bedtime, but he looked refreshed and not sleepy at all.As for what time "evening" refers to, he did not give a definite answer.

Zals felt a sense of crisis for no reason. He looked outside the door to confirm that Lilian or Bill hadn't just passed by, and then reminded him in a low voice: "My room is very close to them, so don't mess around."

Edwin raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

The tone was casual and clearly didn't think it was a problem.

He didn't say anything directly, and fell asleep in the guest room in a good manner. Zars was talking to Lilian outside, and he felt relieved when he turned off the lights, and said to Lilian: "I'm going to bed, and you should go to bed early. "

Lilian looked at the door of the guest room, then at him, and asked in a low voice, "You really like him so much?"

Zars froze for a moment, then nodded.

To be honest, his feelings for Edwin should not be summed up simply as "liking", which contains many emotions that he himself can't explain clearly, but if he insists on saying this, of course he likes him very much.

He actually understood why Lilian and Bill asked him this question one after the other, and also understood that they were worried about him because he said too little—he couldn’t tell Lilian in detail about work-related matters, but he and Ed Most of the time Wen spent together couldn't get away from these, so he couldn't tell Lilian the details of his relationship in detail.

They just haven't had time to accept that he has his own secrets and are trying to express their uneasiness that way.

"I didn't expect him to like me at first, but...it just happened, and then I realized that my thoughts on him were not innocent. Then we got together, and it didn't seem like much changed after that, We still get along as before, but... more intimately."

He told her as simply as possible, whether Lilian could accept it or not, it was what they had agreed in advance, and he would be the first to tell her after he promised to fall in love.He couldn't go into details on the phone, and he couldn't say too much now, but he hoped for the blessings of Lilian and Bill, after all, they were his favorite parents.

As for Edwin's true identity and the contractual relationship between them that is stronger than lovers, he is not ready to confess to them yet.Maybe someday, maybe never, because at least then they wouldn't have to worry about him.

He thought in a low voice, and heard Lilian say: "Actually, I didn't find it too surprising, but it seems that there is nothing unreasonable if the object is Mr. Owen. You like an excellent person, and we should be happy for you."

His mother's hand touched his cheek, and Zars raised his eyes to look at Lilian, and saw a warm smile in her eyes, no different from the past twenty years.

"My baby is growing up," she said.

Officially coming out of the closet and meeting his parents took place on the same day, Zals's nerves were tense all day, and after finally finishing everything, he took a shower and lay on the bed at home, but he couldn't feel sleepy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his room, there was no "emotions", it was empty, reminding him of the small room in No. 179 with "doors" and "emotions".

Thinking of this, Zals suddenly felt an indescribable change in his surroundings, the air gradually condensed into an invisible barrier, and then spread out soundlessly—the next second, his eyes went black, and when he lit up again, the air around him The room at the office has changed.

In the blink of an eye, he teleported from the room at home to Edwin's big bed.

"..." Zals raised his hand helplessly. For the first time, he really wanted to make a suggestion to Edwin, "Can you say hello to me first next time? This is a bit scary."

Without saying hello, he suddenly teleported from the single bed in his room that he had slept in for ten years to the big bed in Edwin's room. It has to be said that his nerves, which were already so strong that ordinary people, still seemed uncomfortable at this time. enough.

Edwin stood by the window with a cup in his hand, and said in a natural tone; "I thought you were used to it."

Zals felt that he might not be able to get used to teleportation for the rest of his life, and he was even a little motion sick. Just as he was about to say something, he remembered where they were now, and couldn't help but said, "You have to send me back, or Lilian will be there tomorrow morning." Looks like I'd go crazy without me."

"I'll talk about it later," said the person who usually went to bed early.

Giving a promise of unknown duration, Edwin finally put down his glass and walked over, he was not even wearing a jacket, only the new cotton pajamas that Zals had prepared, and he looked like he would be going to bed soon-in fact, He did go to bed, leaning on the head of the bed and ticking his fingers at Zals, who hadn't reacted yet, and said, "Didn't I promise you to talk later? Come here."

It was only then that Zals remembered what he was going to say, and quickly moved closer, leaning against the head of the bed side by side with him.

"I think you can probably see it too," Edwin's opening remarks were very straightforward, "Your father doesn't like me, and he doesn't approve of you being with me."

Zals shook his head, and subconsciously defended Bill, "He just hasn't accepted it yet..."

"No," Edwin said, "he just didn't think I was right."

Moreover, he could feel that Bill's dislike for him had nothing to do with him, but more of an instinctive avoidance of danger—rather than disliking him for his appearance, personality, or work, it was more like he felt that he would make Zall Si was in danger, so he said such a thing.

He thinks that Zals' father is also special, which is not unusual, after all, Zals was chosen by Flesa at a very young age, and it is only normal that his father has something special about him. thing.But if this in particular makes Bill think badly of him, that's a bit of a laughing stock.

After hearing his conjectures, Zals couldn't help laughing, and said, "Then I'd better tell them."

Lest Edwin be unhappy, Bill is not happy either.Because of this inexplicable hostility to Edwin, he felt that Bill should also think that he was abnormal.

"Not for now," Edwin said. "I'll convince him that it's just a result of doting on you. If you really want to tell them the whole thing, think carefully about it before doing it."

He smelled of the coconut milk shower gel at home, which was rare to be so mild and non-aggressive. Zars couldn't help but move closer and smiled next to him.

"Are you pampering me too much? This is obviously something I should solve myself."

Edwin was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was a bit of remorse in his tone: "...forgot."

Zars was stunned for a moment, not thinking about what to say, he said again: "Then you make it up to me."

As for how to compensate, that is naturally up to him.

There are only two bathrooms in Zals' house, one is in Bill and Lilian's room, and the other is next to the downstairs guest room. He usually uses the downstairs one, and today is no exception, so he and Edwin have been in the same bathroom successively. The shower in the bathroom has the same scent of shower gel on the body.

It was probably cleaned during the day, the door between the room and the terrace was not closed, and the window next to it was also opened, and the wind was blowing in from the outside. Zals shivered a little, and was caught by Edwin into the quilt.

Edwin was kissing him.

Different from the usual mouth-to-mouth kiss, this time it spread to his chin, neck, and even continued down, lifting the hem of his sweater to his chest, and then a kiss fell on his waist and abdomen.

"Don't...don't kiss." Both hands were held by him, and Zals managed to free one hand to push him, "It's a bit strange."

It was hard to describe what it was like, he was in a trance for a while, and barely summed it up as "comfortable".

Edwin leaned on him, and laughed softly when he heard this, but instead of teasing, he stretched his hands elsewhere.He pulled Zals's loose trousers down to his thighs, and his slightly cold hands made the latter stiff. As his movements became stiffer, it seemed that he would never relax again.

The underwear is light gray, very simple and unadorned style, and when he gently pulls it down, half of the thing that has been refreshed is exposed.

He rubbed the lower part connected to the pouch through his panties, then tore off all the panties, and patiently took care of Zals's cock, which was getting redder due to congestion, with just the right amount of force.Wait for him to shoot once before moving on to the next step.

Now his body temperature is not low, because Zals is about to spontaneously combust on the spot.

When he finally finished the foreplay insertion, Zals was already rushing to his head because of the pleasure and shame, but fortunately the foreplay was enough, he was a little painful and very happy, and almost burst into tears.

"Do you like me?" he asked softly.

Zals covered his eyes with his arms, his voice was a little hoarse: "...I like it."

"Good boy," Edwin kept moving his lower body, leaning over and kissing the corner of his mouth, "I like you too."

When he was woken up by the tenacious biological clock the next morning, Zales was sore all over his body, as if he had been beaten like a sandbag all night, and he almost couldn't get up.

The bed was small, and of course it was impossible for Edwin to sleep with him.He looked at the empty ceiling of his room, touched the clean clothes he wore from No. 179, and inexplicably began to doubt the necessity of their driving back and forth yesterday.

When he finally couldn't lie down and climbed up with difficulty, he found a rose on the clean bedside table.

Red, the thorns have been carefully removed, and the petals and leaves are still wet with dew.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slowly put on the coat that was on the chair before reaching for it.

There was no postscript, and no notation, but he knew who put it there.

After the end of last night, Edwin rarely asked him what fairy tales human children usually read. Although he didn't understand why he was suddenly curious about this, Zals still listed a few fairy tales that he had a relatively deep impression on, and described the plot Tell him.

In fact, he was already very sleepy at that time, and now he can barely remember which stories he mentioned, and the one he remembers most clearly is "The Little Prince".

Is he the rose he tamed?

Zals didn't know if Edwin wanted to express this, but if he was that rose, he would definitely not let his little prince leave their planet alone.

He will accompany him for a long time, live with him, go on adventures together, maybe one day his beloved parents will leave him, but Edwin will always be by his side.

Maybe that's enough.