Just A Bit Wrong

Zach was driving on the way back to London, while Tristan watched the scenery fly by outside the window.After leaving the training center, the tense atmosphere seemed to be like a living monster entrenched in the car, lingering for a long time.

The atmosphere during the physical examination was uncomfortable enough.There are several hickeys on Tristan, and Jared must have seen them—blind people can't see them—but he didn't point them out, and the questions he asked Tristan were limited to his recovery.But his brows were tightly locked, and he frequently cast sharp and probing gazes at Zach.Tristan was sure that Jared already knew that Zac was having an affair with him.Tristan wouldn't have worried otherwise.Because Jared was the only person he knew who wouldn't reveal his sexuality, and Tristan was confident in that: Jared himself was gay.Moreover, if there is such a creature as a "good guy" in the world, then Jared is a standard sample.

After the physical exam, Jared motioned for Zach to step aside and talk.He deliberately lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the anger in it.Zach listened, his teeth clenched tighter, and the emotion in his eyes became more intense.He didn't say a word, but the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense.After a long while, he gave a curt nod, told Tristan he'd meet him in the car, and left.Tristan asked Jared what he said, but Jared just looked at him and told him to return to practice tomorrow.

tomorrow.

The word kept circling in Tristan's mind.

tomorrow.

Tristan glanced at Zach, but Zach kept looking straight ahead.Tristan continued to look at the scenery outside the window. They had already reached the outskirts of London. "Jared said I can return to training tomorrow."

"Correct."

Tristan pressed his thumb against the window. "So, the rehabilitation training is over."

He counted three seconds silently in his heart, and then waited for Zach's answer. "right."

"Ah," Tristan began to scratch the glass. "Finally. The season is coming to an end. I have to recover my fitness quickly and impress the coach, but I only have one month left."

"After you return to the team for training, don't rush to play. Your problem is that you are too impatient." Zach snorted unhappily. "Can you stop rubbing your hand back and forth, I just finished washing the car."

Tristan continued drawing on the glass. "I'm patient. I'm a paragon of patience."

"Are you a paragon of patience? I'm still the pope. You've pulled your groin three times in just half a year. There must be something wrong with you. I watched all your training videos. Before training, you The warm-up moves are not done properly, which is obviously because of your lack of patience. Tristan, before any exercise, it is very important to warm up. Proper warm-up can make your muscles perform at their best."

Tristan drew a dog with his finger.Ah, at least he wanted to draw a dog.He looked out the window. "This is not the way back to my house."

"Not going back to your house," Zach said. "I have a video for you, which can teach you how to warm up properly, and a set of detailed stretching tutorials. You can watch it for me, and when you start training, even if I am not by your side, you have to say a word. Follow the instructions on the video exactly." Zach paused. "I thought it was a week away, but Jared disagreed. So you'll have to follow the video for these things."

Tristan began to trace the details of the dog with his fingers.

Zach sighed distraughtly. "Are you deliberately provocative?"

"Look at the road, not at me," Tristan murmured. "I know I'm very attractive, but if you stare at me like this again, I will die in a car accident. I'm so young, it's a pity to die."

"Tristan—"

Tristan tapped his finger on the car window. "You're still looking at me." Zach finally looked away.Tristan knew it, he felt it.

After that, neither of them spoke again.

Zach parked in front of a big, beautiful house, and Tristan looked at the house and burst out laughing. "You still have the nerve to talk about me every day as a spoiled rich young master. Don't you know who is rich? This house is twice as big as mine. Who is the spoiled rich young master?"

Zach got out of the car. "I have a lot of family."

Tristan followed him into the house. "They all live here?"

"Not anymore. My mom likes to live with my aunt. My sister got married and my younger brothers have moved out, but they come back often. I'll get the discs." Zach said and started building.

Tristan looked around the living room. Although the room was large, it exuded a pleasant home atmosphere.There are many photos on the coffee table next to the sofa, most of them are family members, only one is different from the others.Tristan picked up the photo frame and looked at the person in the photo. It was Zach with a bright and attractive brown-haired woman in his arms.

So this is the legendary Donna.She is tall, with a curvy figure, standing next to the tall and strong Zach, there is a feeling that the two are "made in heaven".They look like a perfect match.

Tristan put down the frame and picked up another.Here's a picture of Zach with his younger siblings: four younger brothers and one younger sister.His brothers didn't all look like him, but as a family they did have some physical resemblance, all very tall.One looked about Zack's age.

Feeling someone watching him, Tristan looked up.Zach was standing in the doorway staring at him.

"what?"

Zach shook his head, walked over and handed a disc.

Tristan made a face, but took it anyway. "These are your brother and sister?"

Zach nodded, still looking at him with that strange look.This made Tristan, who was already a little nervous, even more nervous.He tried to relax, then pointed to the dark-haired man standing to Zac's left in the photo. "It's absolutely fine for me to have a shot with him."

Zach looked at the direction of his finger and said with some amusement: "Ryan is still a child, he is only 21 years old."

"What's wrong with being 21?" Tristan put the photo back and smiled sweetly at Zach. "I'm just 22 too. Does he like men?"

"Who?"

"Ryan."

Zach narrowed his eyes. "No, he doesn't like it."

"Well...it doesn't matter if you like it or not anyway."

"You don't want to fuck him at all," Zach said. "Are you just trying to annoy me?"

Tristan reluctantly put on an expression of indifference, but his hair exploded in his heart. "What's wrong with you? Your brother is a big guy now, don't bother to guard his chastity. And you're wrong. I like black-haired and white-skinned men. He's hot—and About my age." He smiled. "Since I can't use you to pass the time, I have to find a new toy, right? Why can't I find him? He just happens to be my thing."

"Don't mess with my brother," Zach said in a low voice that was utterly dangerous. "I won't let you use my brother to deal with me, none of them can resist you."

"Then who can resist?" Tristan tilted his head. "You?"

Their breaths were intertwined, rapid and heavy.

Zach's hands are tightly wrapped around Tristan's crotch. "I don't care what the hell you're up to. Just get away from them."

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to resist me?"

"You little—"

"Okay," Tristan said. "It's the same old way, hurt each other first, and then go crazy when the damage is too much, save it." He unbuttoned Zach's shirt, hoping that Zach would not see his hands shaking.Then Tristan looked deeply into Zach's eyes. "I want to give you a blowjob and then I want you to fuck me hard. Then we can go our separate ways and never see each other again."

Zach freezes.His pupils dilated so much that Tristan could barely see the gray irises.

He pulled Tristan towards him.

The two of them didn't even have time to go to the bedroom before they started working on the living room carpet.They were surrounded by pictures of Zac's family, including, of course, the beautiful fiancée.

Tristan had never had sex this bad in his life.He hated the feeling, and hated Zack even more.His body was trembling with the stimulation of the unparalleled orgasm, and his fingers pinched into Zach's naked back, but he still hated it. He hated that it was obviously a love affair, but what he felt in his heart was only frustration and roughness. , and an insatiable hunger and thirst.

After the affair, Zach said on Tristan's neck: "I kind of like this rug, now I don't have to throw it away, I'll put it on your head." fluttering. "It's all your fault." His lips laid a string of searing kisses on Tristan's neck, and sucked hard on the pulsating veins.

Tristan closed his eyes, fighting back the lump in his throat.Then he opened his eyes and let his hands slide down Zac's back. "You go down."

Zach didn't move, his teeth sinking into Tristan's skin.God, it hurts.

"Get off me," Tristan whispered.

Zach still didn't move—not only didn't he move, but his lower body was still squeezed in? — Tristan pushed him away, then staggered to his feet.His body was aching.Originally, Tristan didn't mind the lack of foreplay - he liked rough sex - but for some reason, this time his heart ached more than his body.He didn't even look at Zach, just put on his underwear and jeans.The shirt, however, was a big problem, because his fingers were completely useless, and he was having a hard time buttoning the buttons.He fiddled with it several times before he could fasten the top buttons. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

Zach pushed Tristan's hand away and buttoned the rest of the buttons for him.Of course, his hands are flexible.Tristan watched those long, strong fingers doing their work in silence, and the silence weighed heavily on his chest, making him extremely bored.Tristan hated feeling like this, and he hated Zack.

"Thanks," he said politely, taking a step back.

Zach just shrugged, as if he didn't care about Tristan's reaction.He didn't seem to want to be in the same room with Tristan anymore.Neither the conversation nor Tristan seemed to bother him anymore.

"Goodbye," Tristan felt a little disgusted with himself, why did he only say goodbye?Why can't you just hurt Zac with a sharp tongue?

A look of incomprehensible emotion flashed in Zach's eyes. "Goodbye," he replied curtly, before turning to get dressed.

Tristan leaves.

He resisted the urge to slam the door and closed it gently.If you let Zach know that he...is angry, wouldn't that just follow the man's wishes?But is he really angry?Is that tight feeling in your chest just anger?But he has no reason to be angry, because he knew from the beginning that this relationship would end one day.It's just...he didn't expect it to end so suddenly.He's not ready yet.Just this morning, before leaving for his medical, Zach was kissing him over and over for 15 minutes, as if he couldn't get enough.Now—now, there's nothing left.It must have been because everything happened so suddenly that he found it hard to accept; yes, that was why.

"Hey, are you planning to go in or come out?"

Tristan looked up.

A tall man was looking at him with a smile.Tristan froze for a moment before remembering that he had seen this man in the photo.He is Zac's younger brother. Except for his black hair, he looks very similar to his brother. His facial features are of the same type as Zac's. He is not the handsome Zhou Zheng, but he has a very good taste.His figure is not as muscular as Zach's, but rather lean.He should be in his early twenties.

The man held out his hand. "Nick Hardaway."

Tristan forced a smile and shook his hand briefly. "I am--"

"Tristan Duvall," Nick flashed him a charming smile. "Chelsea players, plus Zack's current prisoner."

"He has been released after serving his sentence."

Nick's gray eyes scanned him from top to bottom, with masked excitement on his face. "You've recovered? Wait until I die!" Seeing Tristan's surprised gaze, Nick smiled and blinked at him. "I've been a Chelsea fan since I was a kid. Is that okay? I'm already restrained, I really don't want to act like a crazy fan."

correct.Zack mentioned that he has a younger brother who is a fan of Tristan.

Tristan smiled and put on his PR mask.After five years of living under the spotlight, the mask has become his second skin.Most of the time, he didn't pretend to be like this to deceive people.He always liked being the center of attention.He loves to be loved, admired and admired by his fans, so it couldn't be easier for him to put on a face like that.

"You're a Chelsea fan?" Tristan said with a smile. "Your brother must hate you to death."

Nick raised his eyebrows with a grin. "Which brother are you referring to?"

Tristan laughed. "So miserable?"

"It's miserable. I'm the traitor of my family." He shook exaggeratedly, then leaned into Tristan's ear, and said mysteriously in a frightened voice: "And they are all 'sharp shooters①' Wow."

Note ①: Arsenal nicknamed "Gunner", here refers to other people are Arsenal fans.

Tristan laughed, but was interrupted by the door opening behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Zach's cold voice came from the door.

Tristan froze.Nick turned his head, and the easy-going smile disappeared, replaced by a slight frown. "Hey, brother, we meet again. What's your expression? Didn't you keep telling me that this is still my home?"

"Okay," Tristan said, taking a step aside. "I have to go."

Nick grabbed his arm, "Hey, don't worry! I haven't finished talking yet."

"Nick, what did I tell you before?" Zach scolded sharply. "You can't harass my patients."

"It's easy to say." Nick grinned, obviously trying to provoke his brother on purpose. "He is no longer your patient."

"Nick." Zac's tone was clearly warning, and Nick gradually couldn't laugh anymore. He looked blank, and it seemed that he really didn't know where Zac was offended.

Zach looked like he was going to punch two holes in the back of Tristan's head, but instead of answering, Tristan smiled at Nick.He loves his fans, especially the one in front of him, and most importantly, he loves messing with Zack. "I have to go, you can ask Zach for my number. Remember to call me."

Nick was both surprised and delighted. "Great, no problem. Let's talk again when we have time."

Tristan nodded and walked away, trying not to look at Zach's face.He knew that if he saw it, he would definitely collapse.God, enough was enough—whatever it was between them, Tristan just wanted to get out of this weird, pathetic relationship once and for all.Let Zach eat shit.Tristan doesn't plan to talk to him anymore, he wants to completely cut off the contact between the two.He is desperate to get his life back on track.Zach could go off and get married and spend his whole life in love with his beautiful fiancée.Tristan didn't bother with him.

As for his choked sore throat, no one else would know anyway.