这个吻变得更加热情,他们的身体紧贴在一起,手在彼此的衣服上游荡.时间太长了,他们之间的需求是显而易见的.亚历克斯把克里斯托弗抱在怀里,把他抱进了卧室,从未中断过这个吻.
他把Christopher放在床上,爬到他身上,双手摸索着Christopher衬衫的纽扣.克里斯托弗帮了他一把,把衬衫脱下来扔到一边.亚历克斯的手移到他的裤子上,拉开拉链,把裤子和他的内裤一起拉下来.
克里斯托弗赤身裸体,他的身体因期待而颤抖.Alex低头看着他,他的眼睛里充满了欲望."上帝啊,你真漂亮,"他说,俯下身来亲吻Christopher的脖子,他的嘴唇一直延伸到他的胸前,他的舌头在上轻弹.
Christopher呻吟着,弓起背,他的手缠住了Alex的头发.亚历克斯继续亲吻他的肚子,停在他的内裤腰带上.他抬头看向Christopher,Christopher点了点头,他的呼吸急促地喘息着.
亚历克斯脱掉了他的内裤,拿走了克里斯托弗的.亚历克斯扯下克里斯托弗的内裤,带着绝望的饥饿将他变硬的长度含进嘴里,这反映了克里斯托弗灵魂中的混乱.这种感觉是电击的,这种震动瞬间粉碎了自从他与王先生的灾难性会面以来一直笼罩着他的内疚和恐惧.克里斯托弗大声喊道,手指缠住亚历克斯的黑发,拱起床,快乐与挥之不去的背叛之痛激烈地交战——他自己背叛了家人的信任.
"亚历克斯...上帝..."克里斯托弗喘着粗气,世界在湿热中变窄,亚历克斯舌头熟练地旋转,胡茬在他大腿内侧粗糙的刮擦.它是暴风雨中的锚,是经过几天痛苦的分离后发自内心的重新联系.亚历克斯的手紧紧抓住他的臀部,占有欲强烈地按住他,仿佛害怕克里斯托弗会再次消失.每一次 s*ck,每一次舔舐都感觉像是一种恳求,一种对归属感的绝望肯定.克里斯托弗的高潮迅速建立,一种压力紧紧地盘绕在他的内心,由解脱和通过这种肉体结合获得赦免的原始,压倒性的需求所推动.
就在克里斯托弗在边缘摇摇欲坠时,亚历克斯拉开了车,他自己的呼吸急促.他冲上克里斯托弗的身体,用一个带有盐,威士忌和绝望味道的吻抓住了他的嘴唇.他的眼睛漆黑而炙热,紧紧地盯着Christopher的眼睛.
"看着我,"Alex命令道,他的声音很粗暴."只有我.就在这儿.现在.
他摸索着自己的腰带,紧迫感使他的动作变得笨拙.克里斯托弗帮忙,把亚历克斯的休闲裤和三角裤推到他的臀部,他的手在遇到亚历克斯勃起的硬热时颤抖着.他纯粹的身体现实,在挥之不去的威士忌下他皮肤上熟悉的气味,几乎令人难以忍受.
没有技巧,没有缓慢的构建.Alex 伸手去床头抽屉,拿起那瓶熟悉的润滑油.他匆匆忙忙地滑了扫自己,目光从未离开过Christopher的脸.准备工作很快,几乎是粗暴的,一根手指推入Christopher体内,用一种熟悉的灼伤拉伸着他,很快就变成了一种深深的需要的痛苦.Christopher用双腿搂住Alex的腰,把他拉得更近,无言地要求.
"Christopher,"Alex呻吟着,声音从他的内心深处撕裂出来.他调整好姿势,无情地向前推进,将自己埋在刀柄上.
这种饱满偷走了克里斯托弗的呼吸.他发出了一声尖锐的喘息,随着Alex开始移动,他变成了低沉的呻吟.这不是温柔的做爱;它是在宣称,重申,与试图撕裂他们的力量进行一场物理战斗.每一次深深的都是对 Alex 之前的话的标点符号:"我们是一个团队.克里斯托弗每一次粗重的呼吸都是一个对位:"我在这里.我选择了你.
Alex用前臂支撑着自己,把Christopher关在他身下.他的很有力,把克里斯托弗推得更深地钻进了床垫里.床头板在墙上嘎嘎作响,发出有节奏的抗议.Christopher紧紧地抱着他,指甲深深地钻进Alex被汗水浸湿的背部肌肉,用自己的臀部迎接每一次的冲击.摩擦是微妙的,一个白热化的品牌在转瞬即逝的瞬间抹去了农庄行为的幽灵,抹去了王先生纵的阴影.
他们的眼睛一直紧紧地盯着.克里斯托弗在亚历克斯的目光中看到了风暴——对他父亲残存的愤怒,对克里斯托弗牺牲的愧疚,强烈的,保护性的爱,以及原始的,纯粹的欲望.这是压倒性的,可怕的,而且非常迷人.Christopher感到眼泪再次涌出,这次不是悲伤,而是他无法言喻的强烈情感,溢出来,沿着他的太阳穴沿着滚烫的路径一直流到他的发际线.
"Don't cry," Alex rasped, his voice thick. He dipped his head, catching a tear with his lips. "Don't you dare regret this. Us."
"I don't," Christopher choked out, pulling Alex down for a bruising kiss. "I regret the cost, Alex, but never you. Never this."
The kiss was messy, desperate. Alex's pace became frantic, losing its punishing rhythm, becoming erratic, driven by primal need. Christopher felt his own release coiling again, tighter, hotter than before. The friction against his neglected erection trapped between their bodies was maddening, pushing him relentlessly towards the edge.
"Alex... I'm close..." Christopher gasped against his mouth.
"Come for me," Alex growled, his voice guttural. "Show me you're mine. That we're still here."
The command, the possessive intensity, shattered Christopher's control. With a cry that was part sob, part surrender, he climaxed, his body bowing off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through him, emptying his mind of everything but the feel of Alex inside him, the sound of his ragged breathing, the scent of their shared sweat. His release pulsed between them, hot and wet.
The sensation of Christopher clenching tightly around him triggered Alex's own release moments later. He drove deep one final time, burying his face in the crook of Christopher's neck with a low, guttural groan that vibrated through both their bodies. He held himself there, trembling, as he spilled himself inside Christopher, a hot, possessive claim.
For long moments, the only sounds were their harsh, panting breaths and the frantic hammering of their hearts, slowly syncing back into a shared rhythm. The air hung thick with the scent of s*x, sweat, and unresolved tension. Alex's weight was heavy, anchoring, but Christopher welcomed it, needing the physical reminder of his presence after the terrifying emptiness of the past week.
Slowly, carefully, Alex withdrew, collapsing onto his side beside Christopher. He immediately pulled Christopher against him, wrapping strong arms around him, tucking Christopher's head beneath his chin. Christopher curled into the familiar warmth, his body still humming with aftershocks, his mind a tumultuous sea slowly calming.
Silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable. Christopher traced idle patterns on Alex's damp chest, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat gradually slowing. The enormity of what he'd done – trading the deed to generations of Chen sweat and sacrifice – pressed down on him again, a physical weight on his chest. But intertwined with it was the undeniable truth: he'd do it again to keep Alex safe, to keep them safe. The conflict was exhausting.
"Talk to me," Alex murmured, his lips brushing Christopher's hair. His voice was softer now, the raw edge of passion replaced by a weary tenderness.
Christopher swallowed. "I thought I was doing the right thing. The only thing."
"I know." Alex's arms tightened around him. "That's what makes it worse. Your d*mn selflessness." There was no accusation now, only a profound sadness. "That farm... Christopher, it wasn't just land. It was your father's hands, your mother's prayers, Lily's childhood. It was you before you came to me."
Tears threatened again. "I know what I gave up, Alex. Every time I close my eyes, I see Mom counting pennies at the store, Dad looking out at the fields. I hear Lily talking about getting married under the old oak tree." He took a shaky breath. "But I see you pacing, yelling into the phone, drinking yourself numb because of him. I see you ready to walk back into that gilded cage to protect me. How could I let that happen?"
Alex sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to come from his bones. "Because you're Christopher Chen. Because you see someone hurting and you jump in front of the bullet, consequences be damned." He tilted Christopher's chin up, forcing him to meet his eyes in the dim light filtering through the curtains. "But my father is the bullet, Chris. And he doesn't stop. He reloads. Giving him that deed? It wasn't a ceasefire; it was handing him ammunition. He'll use it. Not just against you, but against us. To make me feel like less of a man for needing your protection. To make you resent me for costing you your roots. He'll twist it until it poisons everything."
The chilling logic of it settled over Christopher. He'd been so focused on stopping the immediate threat, he hadn't seen the long game, the insidious way Mr. Wang operated. "What do we do?" he whispered, the fear returning, colder now.
"We fight smarter," Alex said, his jaw setting with a familiar determination, but tempered now by the shared vulnerability. "Together. No more lone-wolf heroics. First thing tomorrow, I call Martin."
"Martin?" Christopher frowned. Martin was Alex's most ruthless, and expensive, corporate lawyer.
"He specializes in untangling webs spun by men like my father. We need to know exactly what legal standing that deed transfer has, if there were witnesses, if my father recorded it somehow to use later. We need leverage."
"And the farm?" Christopher asked, his voice small.
Alex cupped his face. "We get it back. I swear to you, Christopher, we will find a way to get it back. But it won't be by playing into his hands. We need information. We need to understand what he really wants."
"What does he ever want?" Christopher asked bitterly. "Control. Power. To see you miserable and under his thumb."
"Usually, yes," Alex conceded. "But this feels different. The embezzlement threat was extreme, even for him. Why the sudden urgency to drag me back now? Why the laser focus on you?" Alex's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "There's something we're missing. Something deeper."
The mystery added another layer of dread. Christopher nestled closer, seeking comfort in Alex's solid presence. The physical intimacy had been cathartic, a fierce reconnection, but the emotional chasm caused by his unilateral action, and Alex's reaction to it, hadn't magically closed. Trust, fragile at the best of times between them, had been fractured.
"I'm sorry I left," Alex murmured, his fingers stroking slow circles on Christopher's bare back. "I was drowning in guilt and anger – at him, at myself. I felt like a failure. I couldn't protect you from his machinations, and then you sacrificed your birthright trying to protect me... It broke something in me. I needed space to... to remember how to breathe."
"I thought you were gone for good," Christopher admitted, the memory of that desolate week a fresh wound. "The apartment... it felt like a tomb."
"Never," Alex vowed, pressing a fierce kiss to Christopher's forehead. "Leaving you is not an option. Even when I'm furious with you, even when you drive me insane with your impossible nobility, leaving you is like cutting off my own arm. It's not survivable." He paused, his voice dropping to a raw whisper. "But Christopher, promise me. Promise me no more secrets. No more sacrifices you make alone. We face it together, or we don't face it at all."
Christopher looked into Alex's eyes, seeing the vulnerability beneath the intensity. He saw the fear of loss, the desperate need for partnership. "I promise," Christopher whispered, the words a solemn vow. "No more secrets. Together."
A fragile peace settled over them. Exhaustion, emotional and physical, finally pulled Christopher under. He drifted into a troubled sleep, still nestled in Alex's arms, the ghost of the farm deed and the specter of Mr. Wang lurking at the edges of his dreams. The battle wasn't over; it had merely entered a new, more complex phase. And Christopher knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that the cost of their love was far from fully paid.