[Titanic] I can't help myself

"Don't move around, do you want others to find out what's going on here?" He grabbed my hand against his, restraining my struggle, "Okay, I'm not going to tease you anymore. Seriously, you How are you going to solve it?"

"I don't know." I said brokenly, "But anyway, please leave me alone for a while, it will go away!"

"That's not necessarily true, Henry." Carl's tone was strangely high, "and it will be very uncomfortable."

I didn't speak, and all my attention was on resisting the feeling of my naked skin sticking together.It felt so damn impulsive.

"Or can we just settle it here?" Carl whispered, straightening up slightly, "I can block it for you, as long as you move a little faster, no one will notice."

"You must be crazy." I suddenly felt stupid to say this to him, "Once other people find out, this will be a bigger scandal than them seeing my embarrassment directly! How could you do such a thing?" suggestion?"

"puff--"

A short laughter came over suddenly, which made me tremble in fright, and I broke free from Karl's restraint.When I turned my head, I found that a pale and thin man sat near us at some point and was looking at us.Seeing us looking at him, he nodded to us frankly.

"Sorry to bother you." His words didn't sound apologetic at all, but a sense of pleasure from being entertained, "By the way, sir," he looked at Carl, "your little lover so cute."

"Sir, I am not his lover!" I immediately argued, "He is my future brother-in-law, we are family members. You are so rude to make such a guess!" I bluffed reprimanded.

"Ah, really? I'm so sorry." He said insincerely, "But it doesn't look like it."

I stared at him, but the man stretched out his body comfortably under my glare, and leaned comfortably against the pool wall.

"Any other questions, sir?" he asked languidly, "Or you suddenly found yourself in love with me? Haha!"

I didn't pay attention to him anymore, and quickly turned my head to look elsewhere, but unexpectedly found that I was interrupted and diverted my attention just now, and a lot of it disappeared there.I think that's the only good thing about this conversation.

Although I don't like this man who said something inexplicable, it would be a bit of a fuss to change positions for this reason.I had to pretend I couldn't see him, and talked to Carl in a low voice.Carl returned to normal again, as if he hadn't been the one who made the dirty joke just now.

After another ten minutes, the attendant brought our bathrobes and reminded us to have a cup of tea before returning to the hot spring.I couldn't wait to get out of the bath, put on my bathrobe, and when I was about to go out, the man suddenly stopped me. He stood up from the water and stretched out his wet hands to me on the shore.

"My name is Alfred Douglas, son of the Lord Queensberry. Perhaps I have the honor of knowing your name?"

I stopped in surprise and turned to look at him.Of course I know this person. He is the beloved lover of Wilde, the author of "Reverse of the Medal" that James gave me. More than ten years ago, Wilde went to prison because of his ruin.Lord Alfred is said to have suffered from mental problems after Wilde's death.

After only a second's hesitation, I took his hand and replied, "I am the Earl of Richardmond, Henry Bookett. Nice to meet you."

Douglas immediately flashed a broad smile.He did have the beauty of Adonis as the rumors said, and he looked a little haggard and weak. Although he was over forty years old, time had hardly damaged his beauty, but he carried another morbid sense of beauty. .

"I guessed your identity. I know your father. You look a lot like him." He pushed back the wet hair on his forehead, tilted his head and looked at me, this movement gently made him look Somewhat effeminate, "He was a good poet, especially the sonnets, which were full of burning emotion. I was really saddened to hear the news of his death."

"Thank you. Father will be very happy to have an outstanding poet like you appreciate his works." I politely replied, "Although I really want to chat with you, but I think we have to leave."

"It's okay, we will definitely meet again." He sat back in the water again, "Then see you next time."

Perhaps it was because I had experienced too many messy things during the day. That night, I returned to the bathing pool in my dream, and at this time, all the people in the bathing pool disappeared without a trace.In the dream, after Karl noticed my abnormality, he put his hand there directly and gently kneaded it.The bath pants disappeared inexplicably, and the next second, I was lying in his arms, with my naked skin tightly stuck together, I hugged his neck and panted, unable to restrain myself Kissing his shoulders and neck.His hands traveled all over my body, and there was a wonderful thrill of electricity passing through them.

"Hardly..." I sighed, reached out and grabbed his hand and pressed it there vigorously.

He had the half-smile expression I am most familiar with, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "As you wish." He whispered, speeding up his hands.

Pleasure. Sensation washed over my whole body over and over again. I twisted in his arms, clasped his shoulders vigorously, and sucked his chest until I finally released it.

At that moment, I seemed to rush to the sky, and then fell quickly. The feeling of weightlessness and dizziness made me completely lose consciousness.I don’t know how long it took before my sanity floated back to the ground, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the big bed in my room in the Acton Mansion, and the quilt had been thrown somewhere by myself. Half of the person was exposed to the cool air, with one hand in his trousers, which was covered with sticky liquid.

I stared blankly at the curtains on the four-poster bed, the after orgasm still echoing through my body.It wasn't until the end that my body gradually became cold that I suddenly turned over and rushed into the bathroom.

I've never looked forward to James' arrival so much as I do now.

When I saw Carl at the dinner table the next day, thinking about the dream of last night, a stinging embarrassment hit me quickly, and I dared not look up.

"Master," the newly hired butler of the mansion came to me and bent down, and handed a small silver plate in his hand to me, "Invitation letter from Lord Alfred Douglas, to you and Mr Hockley."

"Thank you." I picked up the invitation and unfolded it.Lord Alfred has invited me to a small party tomorrow afternoon, which seems to be about literature and poetry or something.

"So, are you going?" Carl asked, putting down the invitation.

"Who's Alfred Douglas?" Rose asked.

"A friend, sort of a friend of my father's," I replied curtly, and then to Karl, "I don't know. Actually, I don't like him very much, but since I've never been to a party of this kind, I feel a little bit about it." Very curious. It might or might not be interesting."

"What kind of party are you going to?" Rose asked again.

"A party about poetry and words and stuff," I replied. "I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"Oh, let's go, this sounds really interesting!" Rose's eyes lit up, "Can you take me?"

"I don't think so." I put down the invitation letter, "Even if I want to go, I can't take you. This is a gathering between gentlemen, and ladies are not allowed to attend."

After listening to my answer, Rose's disappointment was obvious, and she left the table unhappy within a few minutes.

In fact, for this invitation, I prefer to have a look.Although Lord Alfred looks frivolous and arrogant, according to the rumors, his image is also self-willed and selfish, with the crazy stubbornness unique to their Douglas family, but my interest in him has not diminished in the slightest.Not only because Wilde's works made me interested in finding out who made Wilde painful and obsessed, but also because he himself is a very high-profile GAY, he often behaves intimately with men in public, and he does not shy away from it .

There are very few people of the same kind that I can understand in this world. Regardless of whether he is a person with a bad personality or not, I have a sense of intimacy with him.But I'm not sure if I should date him, he seems like a wayward jerk with some mental issues.

After thinking about it for a whole morning, I still decided to accept the invitation, and Carl immediately agreed to go with me.So the next day, we packed up and set off.However, I did not honestly report my real itinerary to my mother. The image of Lord Alfred in the eyes of outsiders is not very good. I am afraid that my mother will not want me to associate with such a person.

Lord Alfred's villa is located close to the center of Bath. He is a person who is unwilling to be lonely and likes to be lively.When we arrived, there were already many people inside.This party is not formal, everyone is dressed casually, looking very relaxed, and Lord Alfred is wearing a beige sweater vest standing in the crowd talking, looks like a clean and youthful college student, see us After walking in, he left behind the guests and greeted him.

"Ah, here comes our honored guest. Young Earl Richardmond," he sang, "and his future brother-in-law!"

The author has something to say: I finally managed to postpone the call for a day. Last night, I did not go to sleep until [-]:[-] in the morning after tidying up, and got up at [-]:[-] to continue working.The thesis was typed on both sides, and the first was reloaded on both sides.In the evening, my instructor suddenly called me and said my calculation book "what is it???" and then directly hung up the phone. .At that time, I was typing, and my whole mood went down after the phone call. . . .

In a few days, I will set up an anti-theft chapter. My anti-theft chapter is like this. I will update two chapters on the first day. Then put another chapter on anti-theft.

It's exciting to see the collection soaring, but no one buys it at all, so it's very tangled.Typing is still very hard. A few days ago, in order to ensure the update, I put down the complete set and squeezed out time to do it. I didn’t go to bed until two o’clock every day. . .I hope everyone will understand me. . .