[The Great Gatsby] Male God

Nick was in a hurry: "I didn't see Jordan!"

That is you like me.Gatsby smiled even sweeter, and simply leaned on Nick's shoulder, gently scratching his chin with his fingertips.

Nick's face burned.Looking back, I didn't dare to move.

Gatsby pressed his right hand against him even harder, pulling to the other side: "Go take a shower."

To take a shower, or take a shower with you?Pretty much the same anyway.Nick sighed and let him go.

Once in the bathroom, they all fell silent.There was a little fresh aroma wafting from inside, it seemed that it had been cleaned specially.

Nick turned his head and touched Gatsby's arm worriedly.

Gatsby smiled, patted him on the shoulder and went to get the shower.

His hand has been fine for a long time, but "something" will be very useful, so "something".

The shower was facing Nick's face, Nick stared blankly, and suddenly grimaced.

"Ah!" Nick closed his eyes.

The water is hot.Gatsby laughed heartily and went to unbutton his buttons.

If it's just like this, it's fine, Nick remembered the passionate kiss just now, and pressed it vigilantly.

What if Gatsby was just joking around in the future.

He has already begun to fall in love, but Gatsby doesn't know it yet.

He pressed him and watched anxiously, wanting to open his heart to see clearly.

Gatsby did not speak, but still raised his hand to touch the buttons.

The hot mist blurred vision like a veil.Nick's heart warmed, and he kissed him again.As soon as Nick moved, Gatsby turned around and held him against the wall.

The two bodies were entangled into dough, and they couldn't be separated.

Burn, burn!Nick felt himself turned into a fire, lit by Gatsby.Then, there was a chill in his chest.

Gatsby tore the buttons, took off his shirt and threw it away, then went to pull his trousers.Nick was also a little anxious, and he also pulled Gatsby's clothes.

Saying is worse than doing.Unfortunately……

"Dinglingling..."

Nick, who was shirtless and only had shorts left, was stunned.

Gatsby yelled resentfully and let go, but he didn't do anything to help.

"Dinglingling..." The call continued.

Nick stooped and ran out.Wet feet stepped on the water all over the ground, and I couldn't care about it.An outstretched hand grabbed the microphone, and Nick was a little out of breath: "Hello?"

What kind of tone, the father who was far away in the Midwest over there, his face sank: "What's wrong with you."

After all, he came after him.Nick bit his lip unwillingly, with the grievance of being cheated.His father always forced him to go on blind dates, and he couldn't relax even for a moment.

Mr. Calloway didn't care about this: "Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

The phone number here is the landlord's name, and Nick is a little confused: "Father, how do you know?"

Mr. Calloway said confidently: "Didn't your colleague rent this house? I asked your boss. Don't think about hiding anything from me. Did you go to Daisy's house today? How is it?"

It was nothing more than asking about the result of the blind date, but it seemed like an interrogation.There is no way.If it wasn't too embarrassing to call and ask Daisy, it wouldn't be so late to call.Every blind date in the past failed, and Mr. Calloway was naturally anxious.

here we go again.Nick shook his head helplessly, thinking he could fool her: "It's a very noble lady, but unfortunately...she didn't like me."

"Is it because she didn't like you, or you didn't like her?" Mr. Calloway sharply stimulated: "You used this excuse last time."

Nick paused for a moment in embarrassment: "It's really because she didn't like... um!"

His waist tightened, and he couldn't help falling backwards.

Gatsby slipped around behind and suddenly hugged him.Put it in your arms.

Mr. Calloway was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong?hehe.Gatsby smiled slightly, and pressed against Nick's body, his hands wandering over the skin.

"She... didn't look at me." Nick was forced to look up, enduring the trembling of his skin.It was itchy and crisp, and when he met Gatsby's clear eyes, he suddenly had a feeling that the obvious answer to his father seemed to be telling Gatsby, like a confession.

Without saying a word, Gatsby bit his neck.

Poor Nick still clutching the microphone.

On the other side, the father asked forcefully, "Then have you taken a fancy to her? Do you really not like her at all?"

"I..." It hurts so much, he still sucks!Nick stared in horror.

When there was no answer, Gatsby would not let go.The teeth clasped him, suddenly hard.

"No, I don't like her at all!" Nick finally understood what Gatsby meant.shout loudly.

Gatsby let go, looking at the teeth marks on Nick's neck with satisfaction.

Still alive, Nick took a deep breath and let it out again, so happy!

The father patted the table angrily on the other side: "Nick, is there something wrong with you? You don't even like such a good girl. What kind of girl do you want?"

"I don't want..." I don't want girls.Nick really didn't dare to finish speaking, halfway through, he still looked at Gatsby.

Gatsby smiled at him.

Nick was relieved, and then he went to comfort his father and said a few words. When his emotions gradually calmed down, suddenly...

Ah, it's so cold!

Gatsby's hands were on it, and he seemed to be tearing off his shorts.

Ahhh!Nick is going crazy!

My father was still asking stupidly, "What kind of woman do you want? Is Miss Baker not good enough for you? Is there something wrong with you?"

"I really don't like her. I don't like it." Nick was sweating, and replied anxiously: "I don't like any kind of woman! Don't worry about it anymore!" Pa, and finally hung up the phone.

Father froze.

Gatsby chuckled, his hands still on his back. .

Nick exhaled in fear.

Gatsby picked it up with his fingertips.

Nick dared not move.