Mr. Consultant

Xavier didn't actually have more intentions, he was neither a rash thief nor a careful killer.He just wanted to hide quietly behind the door and wait for Giuseppe to hug him from behind when he returned to the office.Then he pulled off the tie that was always neatly tied, untied the tightly wrapped shirt, licked from his neck to the roots of his ears, watched him take off his glasses impatiently, and looked up while pulling his suit. Asking for a kiss.

What Xavier didn't want to tell others was that Giuseppe's body was as magical as his words.And that kind of magical power can consume all anger and reason like a quagmire, making people fall into obsession willingly.

Giuseppe's tobacco-flavored kiss is full of sparks, but it gently sweeps your palate like a feather, lingering on your lips and teeth like spring water.He always has a pair of blurred eyes, making you unable to see his intention clearly.He never turned around before you let go of him, but insisted on using an opium-like voice, summoning the impulse of madness and intoxication in the lack of oxygen and heat.He always likes to fumble to untie other people's clothes, but before he can take off other people's clothes, he will fall limply on the bed.His legs are long, his waist is thin, and his shoulders are broad.And when he was lying under the duvet, turning his head slowly with a stunned and provocative expression, the shoulder blades on his back were so distinct that they seemed to be flapping their wings.

All of the above seems to constitute the reason why Xavier dragged Giuseppe to bed over and over again.He always has endless excuses and endless methods, and he can let that serious consultant Mr. let him play around, and even feel like crying because of him.But deep in Xavier's heart, there is still a puzzling question. He doesn't understand why Giuseppe gave up his tough resistance and is willing to deal with these unreasonable troubles that both of them know well.However, in any case, there should not be any so-called feelings in it.

However, when Xavier thought of this, he suddenly became irritable again.What Giuseppe said that night was correct, Xavier was jealous of Don Barone, everyone who Giuseppe valued more, even the family itself that made Giuseppe work hard.But he didn't admit that he wanted to be the number one in Giuseppe's heart. Damn it, why did he want to be the number one in the hearts of a big man?

This unsteady emotion made him use noisy words to test Giuseppe's true thoughts, but at the same time, he cruelly destroyed the subtle emotions established between the two of them one by one.Xavier thought this kind of thinking would continue, but until recently, there was a sudden and dangerous change.He began to feel that Giuseppe smoked a little too much, ate a little too little, and was a little late because of his busy work.He began to pay attention to the look in those gray-green eyes, and the faint dark circles under them.However, thanks to Xavier's menacing and rogue appearance, this nasty idea has not been discovered by anyone so far.

And compared to this long-term worry, he still has a more realistic problem to solve right now.

Xavier hesitated for a moment, and decided to bend down to pick up the bath towel in a very spineless way, and then put it back around his waist with a sullen expression.Giuseppe stared at the tight muscular back and the three-headed dog tattoo on the back of his neck when he bent over, and suddenly felt a burst of joy.But he was used to maintaining that gentle and kind face like a mask, and he didn't want to show a little extra emotion in front of Xavier, which made him look a bit like a mean smile.

"Why are you here?"

Giuseppe finally asked the question he had been curious about from the beginning.He buckled the safety of the pistol, put the gun on the desk, and then took out a few volumes of bookkeeping books from the side, waiting for Xavier's answer in a leisurely manner.

Of course Xavier couldn't tell him the truth, and he would never admit that he got tired of waiting in the office, took a shower for some obvious purpose, and then unfortunately bumped into Giuseppe Undress for get off work.So he scratched his head, and said in a rare high-sounding way:

"The water heater in my room is broken."

Giuseppe listened and mustered almost all of his self-control to keep himself from laughing out loud.As a man who has experienced 12 years of life more than Xavier, of course he has read the cause and effect of the matter from the guilty eyes.But due to his somewhat insidious personality and the backlog of feuds with Xavier, Giuseppe nodded as if he had suddenly realized, and then said in a business-like tone:

"Understood, I will find someone to fix it tomorrow."

"Uh...it's okay, maybe it will be fine on its own." Xavier heard Giuseppe's words, and immediately defended in a hurry, and said: "It may just simply not be cooked."

"This damn weather, I will definitely send someone to look at it tomorrow." Giuseppe solemnly rejected his words, then picked up the ledger and files, and walked slowly in front of Xavier.Xavier still didn't think of any other excuses, so he just stood there numbly, anticipating the joke in Giuseppe's eyes when he learned that the water heater in his room was safe and sound tomorrow.

"Christ! Should I go back at once and smash that old machine to pieces?"

Thinking like this, Xavier was ready to turn around to get his clothes at any time, but he saw Giuseppe quietly, sticking to his arms like a cat, nose to nose, breathing mixed with his breath .And the big slender hand with well-defined bones slowly stroked his lower back along the spine with some ambiguous strength.Xavier felt his throat dry, and those unspeakable images flooded into his mind like a flood, so he had to clench his teeth, barely restraining the urge to tear people apart and devour them.

Giuseppe raised his eyes to the profile of his face, and the tense muscles on the cheekbones.While secretly cursing "little bastard, dead straight man" in his heart, he put his lips to his ear with a smile, and said in a sigh-like, sweet voice:

"Xavier, my dear, would you like to..."

Giuseppe paused, seeing the idiot's Adam's apple rolling as he wished, and his shoulders trembling.He suddenly realized Xavier's usual mood, and completely forgot what it means to "do not want what you don't want".So Giuseppe narrowed his eyes with peace of mind, and added:

"Fuck you!"

Xavier was furious, but before he got angry, Giuseppe had already stepped on his leather shoes and walked through the door.Although Xavier has long known that this serious-looking consultant is actually just a nervous workaholic, and from time to time he will use the methods used on Bertoni Street to play with other people's feelings.But he, Xavier, even though he has suffered several times, he will never accept this kind of trick.

So he pushed open the door of the bedroom, strode to catch up with the tall and thin figure, and then relied on his physical advantage to easily press Giuseppe on the bed.The dim light at the head of the bed reflected the white quilt into a dim yellow look, flickering little by little in the eyes of the immobile person below him, smiling like fireflies in the night sky.Xavier was suddenly somewhat inexplicably disappointed, he could not read the slightest bit of panic in those eyes, only a kind of calmness like a vast ocean.And only at this time, Xavier will helplessly realize that he is really just a naughty child in front of Giuseppe.Years are ruthless, although it has made him what he is now, it has never shortened the distance between him and Giuseppe.

Although he tried to imprint on that body time and time again, tried to chase the distant footprints, tried to possess forcefully, and demanded endlessly, Giuseppe was still Giuseppe, and did not change his gentle and gentle personality. A mask and a hard and cold heart.

When Xavier thought of this, his heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.But he can't resist the temptation of that body, just like an addict can't resist the temptation of drugs, he can only introspect over and over again, and then commit again and again, indulging in the pleasure brought by challenging the bottom line, And deeply unable to extricate themselves because of this.Sometimes Xavier feels that his consciousness has been separated from his instinct long ago, just like now, he is obviously calm and sober to the extreme, but he still kisses those lips violently, and can't wait to tear off the shirt.

But unbeknownst to Xavier, this monotonous cycle of addiction was not unique to him.Didn't Giuseppe want to get out over and over again, pampering and pampering him over and over again?Even though Giuseppe always talked about his indifference to his body, since he slept with Xavier, no matter out of his heart or against his will, he never found anyone else.

"Damn, so what the hell is going on!"

The two of them were thinking this in their hearts at the same time, but they couldn't find an answer at the same time.

Giuseppe's well-combed blond hair was scattered, some fell on his forehead, and some spread on the bed.He was enduring some rough stroking and nibbling from above, and his usual calm expression gradually showed a little breakdown.He had done it with Xavier so many times that when he touched those big hands that were a little too hard, it was like his skin was set on fire.And as the fire ignited all over his body, he suddenly felt an irresistible force.This irresistible force does not come from a huge desire, but bursts out from the chest, the surrender of being occupied and the panic of facing the ruler.

Giuseppe is sadly aware that Xavier has not only his body, but also a part of his soul.But at this moment, Dario's words suddenly poured into his ears like an alarm bell:

"Giuseppe, you have to make a good break with Xavier."

This short sentence was like a sharp ice pick, just like piercing a balloon, piercing his prostitute nature that drifted with the tide.It turned Giuseppe back into the consultant, the hysterical workaholic.He picked up a stack of thick files from his hand, pushed the thick body on his body, and gently patted the files on Xavier's head,

"Okay, as you can see, I still have work to do, and I don't have time to do anything with you little brat." He said, and put on his usual mask again, smiling like a cunning and insidious fox.Giuseppe clearly saw a trace of consternation in Xavier's eyes, but he pretended not to care, and said in a joking tone: "Xavier, you fucking let me go, my shoulders are going to be blue .”

Giuseppe said this, fully expecting that Xavier would contradict him, and even forced him to continue regardless of the opposition.But he didn't expect that the little young master let go of his hands in a little bewilderment, as if he was really afraid of hurting him, and even stared at his face with some regret and regret.

Seeing that look, Giuseppe felt pain and soreness in his heart for a moment, but the words that were prepared to teach Xavier were entangled like messy threads, unable to say a word. language.He could only look away in a little embarrassment, pushed away Xavier's holding arm, and went to the desk outside the door as if fleeing to get back his glasses.

Xavier stared at Giuseppe's back with the shirt hanging on it, the image of the man haunting his mind.He clearly remembered that when Giuseppe slapped the dossier on his head, he originally wanted to tear off that wrist angrily, and then continue regardless.However, when the shady dossier slowly fell, revealing the tiredness and haggardness on Giuseppe's face in slow motion, he suddenly couldn't think of anything, and a great sense of powerlessness swept over him, overwhelming his dirty Thoughts were washed away.

So, when Giuseppe returned to the room, he saw Xavier picking up the ledger thrown on the bed, looking through it with a bitter expression and frowning.He didn't understand what kind of shock this young master had received, or what kind of strange spell he was under.He only knew Xavier's expression and efficiency when he watched that thing, just like he himself watched pornographic movies of men and women.

"Come on, you go back and forget it."

Giuseppe said this, wanting to take the files from Xavier, but unexpectedly Xavier gave him a back look, and then said in a tone very similar to Giuseppe himself:

"Go fuck me and have a good rest, otherwise you'll be too thin and uncomfortable to hold."

Giuseppe froze, thinking:

"Christ!"

The author has something to say:

Trying to stick to the daily update for two days makes me physically and mentally exhausted... Ah, I really want to go back to the next day update.