[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Talking to Clark seemed to have happened last second. Wesley recovered a lot. When he really woke up, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were still dark.

The surroundings are very quiet, there is a soft bed under him, thick long curtains are hung not far away, and only faint light seeps in through the gaps, making him unable to tell whether it is day or night.

But he could feel the big chest behind him exuding a familiar atmosphere, and an arm came from behind to the front, holding Wesley's forearm.

When Wesley woke up, the other party noticed it immediately, and the fingers holding Wesley couldn't help tightening.

Neither of them spoke. Even though Wesley had many questions to ask, he didn't want to break the tranquility.

The room was dark.

Since leaving Baltimore, Wesley usually used to keep a light on when he slept, but at this moment he instinctively felt that such darkness was more comfortable.

The two stayed together quietly, and Wesley thought he was just waiting for the moment of dawn, but after a while, the hand holding his wrist slowly loosened.

On the inner side of the strong and slender fingers, there are obvious knuckle lines, rubbing against the smooth skin of Wesley's arm, first upwards, then downwards in a restrained manner, gently as if treating some kind of fragile object, but from time to time it is aggravated, It seemed that the owner of this hand couldn't control its strength.

The tenderness of the other party made Wesley slightly warm. Although Clark's fingers just brushed his skin, it seemed to be able to ignite all the nearby nerves, and the delicate feeling was magnified a hundred times and directly sent to his heart, kneading his skin. Stomach, let it itch and pull into a ball.

At first, that hand was unwilling to stay on Wesley's arm, and left there naturally. Soon, Wesley's breathing became obvious.

Uninvited guests appeared in the large and soft T-shirt, and touched all places gently and patiently along the way.

The sound of breathing behind him also intensified. Wesley raised his chin slightly, and was guided by another big hand to turn his head sideways. Two soft, hot lips were waiting for him.

Everything is getting wet.

It was gentle at first, but gradually, the cool air became thinner, and Wesley's breath was met with a strong plunder.

Wesley had to open his mouth, and gradually became out of breath, especially when he felt that dishonest hand scurrying around with ease, he suddenly felt as if he was being pinched.

Wesley regained his sanity a little bit, and found that he didn't know when he was face-up and deeply sunken in the bed as soft as clouds, and another heavy body turned into a darker silhouette in the darkness, staying on top of his body .

The two paused briefly, but it was such a pause that Wesley's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He had a premonition that something was going to happen.

Clark's familiar silhouette suddenly moved away from him. Wesley watched Clark straighten his upper body, crossed his hands and lifted it up. Soon, the sound of clothes falling was heard not far away.

Wesley: "..." Too, so cunning!

Wesley was a little dazed, the blood was on his face, and he hardly thought about it. He also crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the thin T-shirt. His stomach felt cold and his cheeks felt hot, and he took off his clothes faster than Clark.

He propped himself up slightly, and raised his arms to reach Clark's neck, but he only touched the tense shoulders in his panic.

Fortunately, Clark was dragged down by him.

Wei Si idealized in two lifetimes that he must show Clark today that he is really a shameless man.

But it didn't take long for Wesley to pay the price for his innocence, and his consciousness kept rising into the sky like a balloon, completely forgetting what he had thought before.

In particular, Clark didn't mind Wesley's thinking in this way at all. With Clark alone, he started from the first second and never stopped after that.

Clark carefully controlled his strength, but there were still many times when Wesley overturned the car and felt great pain, but it was also accompanied by great joy, which almost drove him crazy.

Especially the familiar smell, like the sun is close at hand, Wesley greedily wants to get closer, and get closer, wishing to take this person into his body.

Wesley never knew that pain can also bring about an addictive obsession, not to mention the drastic changes after the pain slowly disappeared, so Wesley couldn't help but want to share with Clark.

Wesley's throat rolled, and he forced himself to close his eyes tremblingly. He entered Clark's mind almost domineeringly, and soon, the muffled voice turned into Clark, so that he had to stop again.

"Wesley..." Clark held his breath, his voice was filled with unbearable heat: "Wesley...don't..."

Wesley's eyes opened a gap, and the golden color was amazingly detailed in the dark, but the focus of those eyes was loose, half-closed, looking at Clark in a daze.

"You don't like it?" Wesley's dry and hoarse voice sounded like a whisper.

Clark pursed his lips tightly, and he lowered his head, feeling Wesley's consciousness constantly breaking through his fragile thinking barrier, until all their senses were connected together, every second made him tremble.

"I..." Clark relied on strong perseverance to speak: "...I love you."

"...Me too—" Before finishing speaking, Wesley suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Clark moved.

The heat from his body melted Wesley almost instantly.

The minds of the two seemed to be struck by lightning at the same time, and everything around them disappeared instantly, only the darkness, and them.

……

When Wesley woke up again, it was still in a room without much light. He didn't know how many hours had passed, or the whole day had passed.

Not to mention the pain all over his body, Wesley raised his hand and could still touch the broken wood beside him——Clark crushed the solid wood at the head of the bed.

Thinking about it before, Wesley also panicked with embarrassment. Not only did he not help Clark control himself, but he kept adding fuel to the fire. If Clark had a little less self-control, his small body might have to heal itself ten or eight times... …

After staying in the room for a long time, Wesley could already tell that it was also an old-fashioned apartment. He pricked up his ears and could clearly hear the sound of Clark taking a shower in the bathroom.

Wesley always felt that the connection between himself and the other party's consciousness had completely changed something. For example, at this time, he really didn't mean it, but the still disconnected consciousness disobediently peeled off Clark's senses.

Wesley shivered violently—Clark was taking a cold shower.

He quickly disconnected, and the drowsiness disappeared at the same time.

No shoes were found beside the bed, so Wesley walked down barefoot to the big window with heavy curtains, and opened the gap with his fingers.

Before he could fix his eyes, Wesley blushed.

Ignoring the wet feeling on his legs, Wesley forced himself to look out calmly, and suddenly, the bustling city lights shone into his eyes.

It was indeed night outside, especially when Wesley raised his gaze. From the gaps in the skyscrapers, he could see the tallest building in the city—if he was not mistaken, it was a landmark building comparable to the former Stark Tower ——

Wayne Group Building.

Is this Gotham? ?

Wesley finally remembered that he seemed to have done a big thing before he fell into a coma, and probably left a lot of mess behind him.

His telepathy has been upgraded, and with level five telepathy ability, he can be perfectly controlled by him with almost no effort. At this moment, Wesley's consciousness covers all the people nearby.

After all, he felt that the streets downstairs were too empty. If this was Gotham, it would be a bit unscientific not to see even a drunkard.

As it turned out, it wasn't that he was suspicious, and Wesley's brows frowned not long after.

On a few street corners a block away, the vehicles of SHIELD agents were parked in these places. Although they kept their distance, they undoubtedly revealed some unfriendly information.

I believe that Clark also knew, but since the other party didn't say anything, Wesley didn't want to pay attention to it for the time being.

While Clark was taking a shower, Wesley completed the daily tasks. Backed by powerful telepathy, Wesley performed the tasks with terrifying speed, and the degree of completion was even more perfect.

It was also at this time that he found a red dot on his address book, indicating that there was a new message.

This was naturally sent by Stephen, and it was also the first time Wesley had received a message from the other party in the past few years.

After opening, there is only a simple paragraph:

"When you wake up, can we meet?"

When Clark came out wet, Wesley just replied to Stephen: "Yes."

Clark stooped to turn on the bedside lamp, which illuminated the equally warm small apartment with a warm glow.

Wesley turned to walk towards the bathroom, and before taking two steps, his body lightened, and Clark led him back to the bed.

Clark's skin was cold, Wesley dodged instinctively, and the other party immediately posted up.

"Don't go." Clark said softly.

"I'm not leaving...I want to take a shower."

Clark moved closer to him, and slowly sniffed Wesley's neck.

Maybe it was Wesley's illusion, he clearly heard Clark's happy tone: "You smell very clean."

"..."

After keeping warm for a while, Wesley's mind was full of fiery images from before, and it was the same with Clark. When he gradually couldn't hold himself back, Wesley suddenly thought of a question, and the blood in his body cooled down.

After hesitating, Wesley still asked frankly: "I have Kryptonian genes, Clark, will it be..."

"Huh?" Clark's voice became hoarse again, and he responded vaguely.

It took a while for Wesley to wake him up. Clark's handsome face was flawless under the soft light. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and soon smiled again, as if he knew why Wesley suddenly asked this question.

"No," Clark said, "I have no blood relationship with you... Oh, Wesley, I love you so much."

"..."

What do you mean, is he stupid and cute?

The author has something to say: Keke, turn on the light, it's just a stream of consciousness...