between men

’ Mrs Loveant came out and leaned against the door, her shawl falling to the floor.

"Tell that idiot don't come here with a condom," she said. "He put a ring on his dick that would break if he wore a condom. Just tell him to stop taking his pants off and farting."

I gave James a funny look. He looked like he was used to his mother.

"I'll tell him," James said, nodding. "Yeah—I remember you hating his beige panties, too, and I'll say that by the way."

As James spoke, he pulled me out and closed the door. When we got into the car, we could clearly hear Mrs. Loveant yelling "No" from inside the house.

"Where are we going?" I looked out of the car window curiously and said, James took out a map from his pocket and frowned. He turned the map over and I saw the three letters JRL on it. After a while, the map was closed.

"Go to the Flying Snake, everyone is here." He started the engine, I don't know what expression he made, and he asked me after a few minutes: "What are you thinking?"

"It's okay," I shrugged. "It's just that you people are a little strange. If you want to find trouble with you, you can just run here. You still have to go around so many ways. Are you sick?"

"It's just a scene—hey! Uncle Dean!" He suddenly yelled out the window, "My mother told you to wait later, she was drinking at home alone, and she hated your beige underwear, she told you better not wear them .”

I hurriedly looked out the window, and saw a fat man who looked like a plumber standing on the side of the road, a little funny. After James finished speaking, he coughed a few times, and the neighbors around him snickered. stand up.

"You're wicked," I said, a little amused, and he shrugged, and thrust a gun into my hand. "Take it," he said, "I might not be with you all the time later, so you'll have to take it—"

"I do not--"

"Take it!" James said unquestionably. I glanced at the gun and shook my head slightly: "If I really need a weapon, you should give me a dagger."

"Dagger?!" He laughed, "Have you played Assassin's Creed a lot?"

"Maybe."

But in fact, I have never played Assassin’s Creed. I don’t even know the reason why I like daggers. Maybe it’s because I once cut a person’s neck with a utility knife, which made me have a good impression of this cold weapon. , I suddenly felt like an assassin—well, don’t even laugh.

James didn't give me a dagger at the end, he gave me two guns, one with a silencer and one without, when I sat there like an idiot with both hands and didn't know where to put it , James covered his mouth and laughed, he stopped the car and helped me pin the gun to my waist.

"Do you have anything to say?" He asked suddenly.

I didn't understand what he was asking at first, but after a while I knew he was asking me if I regretted it, so I smiled at him and turned my head out of the window: "I don't know what to say .”

"What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything, and there's nothing to say."

In the wheat field outside the car window, a bird landed on the shoulder of the scarecrow. James patted my shoulder and started the car again. I touched the two guns on my waist and suddenly threw them away. Impulsiveness - it doesn't seem to be my business, why is James pulling me in?

The car crossed the Rhone River along the road, and then turned into a dirt road suddenly after driving for 10 minutes. Since James came to this road, his expression became serious. He seemed to be suppressing his anger. I didn't bother him. It wasn't until the car stopped by a small stream at the foot of a mountain that I finally asked:

"Are those flying snakes cavemen?"

He shook his head with a smile, then opened the car door and pushed me down. When I was about to walk forward, he stopped me suddenly, and I heard him shouting to the surroundings: "Don't try to play tricks on him, or your lovers Everyone will know about your crap."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people touched their heads and stood up from the grass on one side. I was taken aback by them, and I thought there was no one here...

"Little James, long time no see!" A man stepped forward and grabbed my hand, "The last time I saw you you were only three years old, I bet you don't know me anymore."

"That's true," I said, "but your hair looks restless, are you sure it doesn't want to be bouncing off your head?"

"Haha—" he laughed, "Your hair is obviously more anxious than mine."

James made a stop gesture, and he glanced at the top of the mountain: "Are you sure where the ice wolf is on the top?"

"I'm sure, there's a prisoner in that basement, I guess it's him." A guy stood up and said, James frowned: "Just an estimate?"

"Oh!—" There were boos from all around, "If you want me to confirm it, well, I'll confirm that he's on it."

James kicked it over, and the man moved away quickly. I looked around and realized that I really looked like a superfluous person.

"Okay, you all know how to do it?" James clapped his hands and said, "Whoever finds him and gets him out...the one-year free pass to the red light district will be his."

There was cheering all around, and they dispersed quickly. James led me to a mountain road. The mountain was not high and very gentle, but he walked very slowly.

"Don't you care about them?" I said in a leisurely manner. The surrounding area is getting hotter and hotter. It seems that the forecast of heavy rain in this area last night has already started to brew another day.

"I don't care about them," James said, "They are not members of my mercenary army, they are directly ordered by the ice wolf."

"Didn't the ice wolf listen to you?" I said in confusion, he touched my head angrily, and suddenly sighed: "The vassal of the vassal is not my vassal."

"Is this from the code of Hamradia?"

"No—" But he was also a little uncertain.We had reached a hillside at this time, and a seemingly abandoned factory appeared on the hillside a few hundred meters ahead.

James took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and said a few words that I couldn't understand. I saw him nod his head, then he put down the walkie-talkie and pulled me to the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade. I looked at him puzzled. , he shrugged: "It's too hot during the day, and the target is too obvious, so wait until night—maybe we can do it again, and you'll enjoy biting it."

"Then why don't you come back at night?" I pretended I didn't hear what he said later, "This looks so boring."

He stretched, and then suddenly lay down on the grass on one side, with his head on my lap.

"I bet there are a lot of people who need sex, so just go tonight, these guys are far more loyal to the ice wolf than I am... I will sleep first, and don't wake me unless there is an earthquake, if you have to do that Be careful and I'll tie you to a tree."

I laughed a few times, he closed his eyes and fell asleep after more than ten minutes. I looked around and saw that there was no beautiful scenery except the grass and woods. The sun was a bit merciless It's baking here, but I don't think the heat is mainly caused by the trees - they're so close together they're kind of stuffy.

The plate in the sky that I couldn't look directly at moved slowly, and my eyes suddenly turned to James. I remembered that he has always been very good to me, although I don't know why.He seems a little lost and tired recently, it should be because I am a little worried, I can't do anything, like a fool, he has done many things for me, but I can't satisfy his one idea...

Oh no!I quickly interrupt myself, it's kind of absurd...

But—it's not impossible to do that, I don't know what I'm running away from.James rolls over on my lap and I put my hand out - can I put my hand on his back?

After thinking about it for a while, I put my hand on it carefully, and then I realized that I was really stupid. When I used to YY people on TV, I always imagined two people hugging each other tightly. I thought I would never Will be like them, and like I said before, I can't do anything, I can't kiss, I can't hold, I can't initiate-how does it sound like an asexual ==

"Ohgod!!!!" I yelled, feeling more and more depressed, James' hand suddenly hugged my waist, I looked down and saw that he had woken up.

"Ah, that, I—you don't have a rope, do you?"

I said in a panic, he laughed a few times, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly unbuttoned my pants, and before I could react, he swallowed it in one gulp, I Subconsciously took a breath.

"It's not difficult at all, is it?" He said and fastened my trousers. I gave him an embarrassed look. He stood up and patted the grass leaves on his body, then turned and walked forward. He stopped, and he turned his head and looked at me with a smile on his face: "Do you want me to do it once?"

"Uh-no! I-"

He shrugged, then laughed a few times and walked forward. My hand subconsciously held him again, and my eyes were fixed on his belt for reasons I didn't know. Holds me for a while, then walks in front of me and takes off his belt.

"Do you want to do this?" he asked, I didn't hear what he was saying, and after a while he pulled up his pants again