[Comprehensive British and American] After the Raiders

Tony was lying by the swimming pool of the holiday villa, staring blankly at the two men and women on the pier by the sea. He blinked uncertainly, took out the bluetooth headset thrown by the pool and called his smart butler.

"Jarvis, who is that man standing on the pier?"

"Wait a minute, sir."

While waiting for Jarvis to call up the monitoring and search, Tony's eyes subconsciously followed the figure of the man on the pier, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he soon heard Jarvis' answer,

"The gentleman's name is Neil White, and standing beside him is his legal wife, Daisy White."

Jarvis paused briefly, as if comparing something, he quickly confirmed,

"Sir, he's your ex-boyfriend, Neil Jones."

Tony watched the two figures board the yacht in silence, and they became smaller and smaller in his sight until they disappeared. He couldn't help pinching the bridge of his nose, and some memories gradually emerged from the depths of his mind following the appearance of that person.

Tony opened his eyes, and the aftereffects of the hangover followed. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and belatedly noticed the sound of breathing beside him.

It took him a few seconds to suddenly recall what happened last night.

When he saw the boy, he had already drunk a lot of alcohol. It was not surprising that two people who were equally drunk would do something under the attraction of each other.

They almost kissed and got on the elevator, stumbled back to this room, what happened after that...

Tony couldn't help but cover his face with his hands on his temples, he almost wanted to whip himself last night, even if the other party was a boy, but the boy's face was immature, and he looked like an underage.

Although unruly, Tony, who still has a moral bottom line, feels a little guilty.

Tony's movement seemed to wake up the boy, and the adolescent boy's desire was also particularly strong in the morning, as if feeling the heat source beside him, the boy's hand groped provocatively all the way.

The touch of the skin also reminded Tony of more memories of last night. Not only did he have sex with a boy who seemed to be underage, but he was also stimulated by the boy's various postures to make that extraordinarily shameful moan of pleasure.

Now recalling what happened last night, the boy's touch seems to have made him sensitive, but as long as he thinks of the boy's extraordinarily immature face and the boy's age, Tony still restrains his physical reaction. When the boy's whole body came closer, he held the boy's hand in time, trying to stop the other's next move.

This caused the boy who had kept his eyes closed to open one eye, and he tilted his head to look at Tony, as if asking why he didn't continue.

Tony felt that his vigorous lower body was being touched by the boy's thigh, which made him fake cough awkwardly, "How old are you?"

This question caused the boy to chuckle, he seemed to know what Tony was concerned about,

"I'm already twenty."

After answering this question, he closed his eyes again, and started from Tony's neck to continue what he was going to do before.

The boy's answer made Tony heave a sigh of relief, he no longer resisted that desire, and his body gradually relaxed under the boy's teasing.

After the passion, Tony, who was panting on the bed, watched the back of the boy walking to the bathroom, and then suddenly realized that he had two sexual relations with a boy, and why was he still suppressed even after the second relationship? The one below.

The boy came out quickly in a bathrobe, and the half-long hair that reached his ears was wiped off his head with his hands, but there were still a couple of strands of wet hair that fell on his forehead, making him look extraordinarily unruly and youthful young.

The boy walked around the room carelessly before turning his gaze back to Tony. He said to Tony with an innocent face and a matter of course,

"I'm hungry."

Tony raised his eyebrows and asked the boy to use the phone in the room to order food.

This easily made the boy show a particularly youthful and sunny smile. He jumped onto the bed, straddled Tony's lap through the quilt, kissed Tony's lips, and made a childlike "boo" sound, Picking up the phone on the bedside table next to Tony, and not planning to move, he sat on Tony and started ordering food, and asked Tony seriously from time to time what he wanted to eat.

This was torture for Tony. The boy's bathrobe was very casually worn, and the belt around the waist was tied casually, so that the neckline was loose and loose, revealing a large thin chest, which matched the boy's exceptionally handsome face. Being together is quite a temptation for Tony, who has just been with the other party, even if he has just vented, he can't bear it, not to mention the boy is still sitting on his lap.

Tony didn't want to show weakness in front of the boy, so he put his hands behind his head and asked seemingly casually after the boy hung up the phone,

"What's your name?"

The boy inserted his slender fingers into his hair, brushing the hair that fell on his forehead to the back of his head, and his attitude was more casual than Tony's,

"Neil," he continued casually seeing that Tony seemed to want to say something, "I know your name is Stark."

Tony shrugged.

"Are you still a student?"

Tony kept asking questions, which seemed to make him a little bored. He got off Tony and continued to look at the decorations around the room, but he still replied,

"No, I'm working as a temporary bartender in this hotel."

"What else do you want to ask?" He picked up a bottle of champagne on the cabinet and shook it, with a nonchalant expression on his face, he continued to ask himself a question, "I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I'm in good health and I don't have STDs."

He glanced at Tony, and suddenly laughed, "Oh, of course, last night and just now, I felt fine."

Tony knew at this moment that the boy in front of him was just a kid who didn't grow up.

However, when the boy found an unopened sex toy from nowhere to tease him, even though he yelled "don't make trouble", his body reacted in a contradictory way.

It wasn't until the food delivery waiter knocked on the door that the boy was stopped from helping Tony open the door to the new world.

After that day, Tony often went to that hotel, sitting at the bar and chatting with the boy, but almost every time he was so angry by the boy's extremely casual reaction that his chest was tight, and he stabbed the boy countless times unbearably.

"You only have a face to look at, don't let your mouth ruin it, kiddo."

At this time, the boy would give him a particularly bright smile, and said slowly,

"Anyway, you won't care what I say when you're in bed."

This under-thumping reaction pissed Tony off each time, but each time it was calmed down at night.

This indefinable relationship lasted for a while.

One night, after the boy came back to the hotel from get off work and came out of the shower, they rolled on the bed again, but the boy who was kissing him on top of him suddenly left his mouth and lay on top of Tony with a weak voice. ,

"I don't want to do it today, I'm so sleepy."

Then Tony, who habitually spread his legs and waited for the boy's attack, found that the boy fell asleep really quickly.

He curled his lips uncomfortably, but still carefully removed the boy from his body, turned sideways and hugged the boy in his arms, mocking softly,

"Sure enough, he's a brat."

After having lunch with the boy in the hotel room the next day, Tony seemed to casually mention something to the boy,

"Do you want to work for me?"

The boy was holding a large box of French fries in his arms, and every time his hands were accidentally stained with matching sauces, he would suck them up very carefully. Hearing what Tony said, his reaction was very light, and he just looked at it indifferently. Tony glanced,

"doing what?"

Tony obviously thought about it a long time ago,

"Aren't you a bartender? I need a bartender in my private office. I'm the only customer, and the salary is higher."

This finally made the boy react more vividly, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and his tone was more frivolous than Tony's,

"You want to take care of me?"

The boy's unexpected bluntness made Tony choke, no matter what he planned in his mind, but he still insisted on his statement at this time,

"As a bartender, you will have all the treatment of a full-time employee."

But such a serious answer seemed to make the boy lose interest again, he licked off the sauce on his fingers, shrugged indifferently,

"Okay."

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