[The Great Gatsby] Male God

When Gatsby returned to the shed, the smell of bread was already wafting from the kitchen.Gatsby smiled admiringly when he saw the dim sum as small as steamed buns.

Nick is a bit clumsy, but because of the bread machine, it still looks very decent.Too bad the bran doesn't look very pretty.I originally wanted to bake it into a golden brown, but it turned into a khaki.

No matter what the result was, Gatsby would not hesitate to give up the delicacies in the castle for it, and rushed back on purpose.Looking at the ugly appearance at this moment, with pits on it, I feel extremely sweet in my heart.

Nick held the plate, thought for a while before suddenly said: "There is also borscht."

He fetched it, put it on the table, and gave Gatsby a spoon.

Gatsby moved his left hand, which was still dexterous, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped moving.After a while, seeing that Nick didn't think about it, he didn't say anything.

Nick's was really dull, and he thought Gatsby didn't like it so he didn't force him to drink it.

After dinner, Gatsby still watched silently, and after waiting for a while, he said, "I'm going to wash my face."

Nick thought of something, followed Gatsby silently, but stopped at the moment the door closed.

"Snapped!"

Nick swung the door and rushed in.

Gatsby was struggling on the vanity table in pain, as if he had difficulty even standing.

Nick was so anxious that he immediately supported him.

The bathroom doesn't have a bathtub, just a shower.Nick looked at the traces of the overhead shower being moved, and immediately thought that Gatsby wanted to take a bath.It's just hard to say.

Reminiscing that he didn't touch the soup just now, he suddenly understood the reason.

Gatsby is really a man of great self-respect.

Nick immediately felt guilty that he hadn't given it a second thought.He turned his head and saw that Gatsby's chest was soaked by the shower.I hurriedly turned off the water first, and then went to take off my clothes.

Gatsby leaned weakly against the white wall of the bathroom, allowing him to move.

Nick was not tall, and the top of his head was right up to his nose, so close, Gatsby's lips just smelled Nick's hair.Gently, the itching is more ambiguous than rubbing ears together.

Gatsby moved and Nick had to move, he loosened his shoulders and Nick's hands followed him.

After several actions, Gatsby completely grasped the rules.It made Nick seem to be throwing himself into the arms.

"Ah, um..." Nick was at a loss, but couldn't stop.He undressed Gatsby carefully, as if stripping himself naked.

Nick couldn't help but think of what happened last night, as if he had returned to the ultimate happiness.

He knew he couldn't think about it anymore.Closing his eyes, he let out a weak breath.

Gatsby's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his malt-colored chest.The two bright red spots on the chest were exposed to the air, and gradually, gradually stood upright.

Nick dared not look at him, but he had to.When he saw it, his finger leaned against it unexpectedly.

No, you can't.

He went to see Gatsby in panic.

Gatsby smiled quietly.His smile is full of affection, dissolving all the discomfort.

He is encouraging him and waiting for him.

No, Nick's fingers twitched and stuck to the wall before touching his skin.His face was also turned aside.

He must not be treated as a pervert by Gatsby, absolutely not.

But why was she so excited when she was so embarrassed.If you get close to him again, is it hopeless?

Nick coughed subtly and turned around again.

Gatsby had already taken off his left sleeve and was taking off the other half.

This is very inconvenient, and it will be terrible to get old injuries.Nick hurried to help again.Like peeling an eggshell, he peeled off bit by bit, and finally took off the shirt.

There are suit pants below.

Nick looked down, not daring to reach for the zipper.

Gatsby didn't move either.

Nick froze for a while, turned to look for the shower, turned on the faucet, and when the heat fog gradually rose and his vision became blurred, he stretched out his hand.

He touched the zipper pull.It's like touching a bomb.The expression became extremely strange.

"Wow!" Pulled away.

Nick let go of his hand as if relieved, but Gatsby held it down faster than him.

"Ah." Nick exclaimed, blushing even more.

He likes Gatsby, he likes to be close to him, Gatsby has the breath he longs for.Although he didn't know what happened, he was very, very excited.

In the heat fog, he could not see Gatsby's face clearly, and Gatsby could not see his face clearly.This inexplicably boosted their courage.Nick didn't struggle, and he didn't let him go.

After a while like this, they were about to explode due to the heat fog.Gatsby turned to Lanick's clothes without saying a word, and Nick also consciously helped him take off the rest.

When they are honest with each other, nothing needs to be explained.

Gatsby's head leaned back, hot breath close at hand.Nick slipped away like a caught eel, and Gatsby immediately put his left hand on his shoulder, pulled him back, and turned him against the wall.

I'm not a pervert, I'm not.Looking at his deep eyes, Nick suddenly felt several times ashamed.He raised his hand, and Gatsby's right shoulder came up to meet him.

Nick hesitated.He could never hurt him so cruelly.And Gatsby's behavior does not seem to be discriminatory, but has another meaning.

If it was the kind of implication he had in mind... no, he wasn't ready yet.Maybe, just maybe it was all too scary.

Gatsby's lips moved slightly, as if encouraging something, but Nick couldn't hear clearly, and didn't dare to lean closer.His eyes were hurt by the misty heat, and he simply closed them obediently.Gatsby touched it and felt a slight tremor under his eyelids. Nick's fear made him feel very tempted.

Only because of love, not just because of fear.It seemed that Nick really cared about him.

Thinking of this, Gatsby also felt extremely excited.

This is just the beginning, so don't be too impatient.He gave up the absurd idea, leaned into Nick's ear and said softly: "Dude, are you missing me?"