After talking to the bau group, I had nothing else to do when I got home, so I just made a new video and uploaded it to my YouTube channel. There has been no update for a month, but because the previous popularity has not subsided, the number of clicks has quickly increased.
After that, the police station did not notify me to cooperate with the investigation. Fortunately, there was no need to reschedule the pre-booked flight ticket. After a few hours of flying, my plane landed at the Miami airport. The legs that had been suffocating for so long were finally able to move.
Because the survivor's bonus has not yet come down, I have no money to buy a more comfortable seat, and my legs have been inhumanly fixed in a small space for a long time. After getting off the plane, I first took a taxi to Mrs. Nan's house. The former Mrs. Fang Dongnan was also the old lady who recommended me to get a fake ID.
She helped me a lot, not out of profit but out of friendship, and although I don't understand why she would do it, I'm still keeping my relationship with her intentionally. In this case, it was only natural to go and say hello to her after coming back.
After chatting with Mrs. Nan for an afternoon, drinking afternoon tea in her small garden, and finally saying goodbye. Because I'm going to look for Dillon, who I said before to keep in touch after the game. We had contacted by text message before, and I declined his offer to pick up Mrs. Nan because I had to visit Mrs. Nan first. He then sent over his address.
It's still a taxi, although the cost is higher, but this is the only way I can easily move with a suitcase of luggage. After reporting the address on the mobile phone to the driver, watch the other party drive in the direction given by the navigation. Although I always remember the address Dillon gave me, that road doesn't seem to be residential.
After chatting with Mrs. Nan in the afternoon, it happened to be the off-duty time. I was sitting in the car in a stop-and-go traffic jam, and I arrived on that road an hour later. I watched the driver park the car on the side of the road and he pointed me to the store across the road to signal our arrival.
... I remember right, this is the commercial street. And where the house number across the street and the address Dillon gave me don't differ in any way, is a gun store! Under the eerie gaze of the driver at my luggage, I bravely paid and dragged my suitcase to the front of the gun store across the road.
After "Ding Rin Dang Clang" opened the door and walked in, the bell at the door of the store rang. But I saw that there was no one at the counter. I was standing in the center of the store dragging my luggage, looking left and right at the various guns hanging on the four walls of the store, as well as the various pistol ammunition in the glass cases in the counter.
After a while, footsteps came from the curtain behind the counter, and a familiar face came out.
Dillon, he was wearing a very different feeling from the military uniform in Survivor, and the high-necked black knitted sweater showed off his muscular curves. Because there were no tools among the survivors before, the beard that had grown up was also shaved off, and the whole person's temperament became clean.
Even because of the clothes, it gave people a lazy and homely temperament, which showed a sharp contrast and sexy with the cold firearms around.
He looked up and saw me. Although his expression didn't change, I could see the surprise in his eyes. "Brian? Why are you here? I thought you would tell me in advance."
"Does it bother you?" I replied with a smile, "I didn't even know you opened such a store. I said before that I wanted to borrow it from your house. Could it be that you live in the store? "
"Upstairs at the back, come with me first." Dillon walked over to me and pulled the suitcase for me, leading me behind the curtain like he just came out. His movements were natural, as if leaving the survivor's particular isolation from the world did not bring any change to our relationship.
After opening the curtain, the first thing that comes into view is a utility room, which seems to be the place where the other party's various stocks are usually stored. On the right is a staircase leading upstairs. It seems that Dillon lives upstairs on weekdays. This is a duplex building within a building.
After walking upstairs, what I saw first was the kitchen, which seemed to be basically unused on weekdays, and the small living room. On the coffee table opposite the sofa in the living room was a takeaway pizza that seemed to be half eaten. The sound on the TV was very low, and the news program was running in an orderly manner.
Then I noticed that he only had one bedroom and watched as Dillon pushed open the door and left my luggage at the foot of the bed.
"On the other side is the bathroom." Dillon explained to me as he pushed open the door of the bathroom. There was a direct shower and no bathtub. It is in line with Dillon's character, and the shelf on the sink is nothing but a cup, toothbrush and shaving supplies.
But what caught my attention the most was Dillon's bed. Black sheets and pillowcases and quilts, a hard bed, and a quilt that fell meticulously at the end of the bed. After thinking about it, I walked over and sat down at the end of his bed, looking up at him.
"Where do I sleep?" With a wanton smile at the corner of my mouth, I said in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Let me sleep with you, I can pay the rent with my body."
Hearing that, Dillon looked over with a complicated expression. He stared at me for a while before he said in a lower voice, "Have you always been so direct? Although the proposal is very tempting, you should know what I want. It's not just that. I'll give you an air mattress, and if you can't give me what I want in the end, it's just a simple sleepover."
The smile on my mouth froze involuntarily, and then I said in a bad tone: "You know what you want to express, but what do I want? This is not the army, Dillon. And you are not mine either. Boss, what a relationship needs is that both parties respect each other's needs, right?"
Seemingly surprised by what I said, Dillon hesitated for a moment before he asked back: "If that's the case, what do you... want?" He realized that he had behaved all the time, and he really had the feeling of treating me as a subordinate soldier. So there was some embarrassment in his tone.
"Sex." I heard his answer, looked up at him, and said without hesitation, "Do it with me once, Captain."
After a sentence, I found that Dillon's ears were red. But because he felt like he was being tricked, he said angrily, "Brian, how is this different from what I just said? You should know that I want more than... sex!"
"I know..." I didn't laugh, but responded very seriously: "But what I want right now is just sex. If you don't want to be accommodating for a while, maybe it really won't develop in the future. Well. I thought I made it clear."
"..." Dillon looked down at me sitting on his bed from top to bottom, narrowing his eyes. "If you want to run away after using me, you should know the result. When the prey is in my hand, I can't let it go."
"Then I don't mind giving it a try," I heard the softness in his threatening words. This feeling of being pressed against the other person's head made me feel extremely happy physically and mentally. So I laughed again, looked up at him and said, "Maybe in the end you've made me so happy that I don't want to run away?"
As I said that, I sat on the bed and leaned back, my right elbow rested on the bed to support my upper body, and my left hand unbuttoned the collar of the shirt I was wearing today, exposing my collarbone, which was more pronounced because of this posture. Kicked off the shoes on my feet, I stared into his eyes, as if to look deepest, lips slightly parted in a seductive gesture.
"I hope you don't regret it." Dillon was silent for a while, and finally said. I watched him pull the edge of his clothes with both hands, then took it off and threw it on the bed. Although among the survivors, most of the time he can see his bare upper body, but when I see it again in this scene, I can't help but feel a little horny.
I licked the corners of my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick my dry lips, then looked at his eyes darkened. Dillon reached out and hugged me directly, half kneeling on the bed, and the two of them fell into the depths of the bed.
"Your bed is really uncomfortable..." I said while laughing and being pressed down by him, resting my head on his pillow. "Apart from this, there is nothing to be dissatisfied with. Why should I regret it?" As I said that, I raised my legs and directly wrapped them around his waist, and the lower body hung on his body.
Dillon tugged at the square quilt at the end of the bed, wrapped me around my waist and lifted me in the air, then tucked the quilt under me to cushion it. The feeling that I can be easily brought up by the other party is obviously a behavior that will force me to be vigilant mentally, but I don't know why it gave me a dangerous and intoxicating desire.
Then I looked at his face, which got bigger and bigger before my eyes, and my lips finally touched his mouth. It turns out that someone who looks so serious and meticulous has such soft lips. I sighed softly and put my hands on his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.
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"Um...ah..." I stretched my muscles and shrunk into the bed. Dillon's bed was still a little hard, but he was so warm that I didn't want to get out of bed when it was over. So the two of us just hugged and nestled on the bed, watching the sky outside the window gradually turn dark.
Every minute and every second just now, every movement of his, made me reluctant to close my eyes, even for a moment. Because he gave me a sense of liberation, the unique sense of security around him suddenly overwhelmed the shadow left in my heart. I heaved a sigh of relief.
"Next, do you want to go out to eat?" Dillon's voice was hoarse, and his breath was right behind my ears. I shrugged and looked at his arm on which I was resting.
After thinking about it for a while, I took a bite from him, and said with satisfaction, "Okay, let's get up."