Wacky Wednesday

6

···Amon···

Jack's mother taught Jack herself for 13 years in the small kitchen of her prefab home.

"I never learned how to get along with other people," he once told me when we first started dating.

He was wrong.He gets along well with others.He likes to talk to people, and I like to watch him talk to people.He was kind, warm, and generous, but his emotions fluctuated like a child's.He can't stand being slighted and humiliated by others.He likes to compare other people's personalities - especially me with other men. "You're so much better than him," he'd tell me when we left the grocery store, referring to a male cashier in the store by "he."

"You don't even know him," I pointed out.

"I just know. He is not as gentle and cute as you." He really thinks so, not deliberately flattering me with sweet words.

I couldn't get used to this for a long time, but eventually I got used to it.Jack is outspoken and fascinated by the good side of human nature.

He likes physical contact.When I was flattened out on the couch, he would curl up at one end and nap with his head between my knees, or squeeze into the narrow gap between me and the back of the couch.No matter how strange the posture is, as long as the two of us have physical contact, he will not move around.He doesn't expect me to put down my book or notebook and turn my attention to him.From this point of view, he is much easier than Jin Shimiao.

I love physical contact too, but I've never dealt with someone so skin-hungry.My parents are kind to me, but their feelings are not obvious.When I was little, they would give me encouraging pats on the back and rub my hair.After I established my own family, I started shaking hands with my father when I met him.When hugging my mother, I always feel like I'm doing something wrong - am I hugging too hard, not tight enough, hugging for too long?But when facing Jack, the problem of hugging too hard for too long does not exist.The only problem is that the hug is not tight enough.

I used his skin hunger to try a light bondage, trying to bind him with a secure, clinging material that wouldn't let him move.He was chained, silent, and mine alone, the last of which was beyond doubt.Looking at him like this, sexual desire and tenderness in my heart are strangely intertwined.When he was tied up, I would hold him, or put his head on my lap and stroke his hair, and the thought of him having to ask me for such a small thing as a change of position gave me a thrill.

Without being tethered and out of reach, Jack would be completely restless.I knew he liked his job at the sandwich shop, but I always thought school would be a great place to drain his energy.

"I tried," he'd say whenever I mentioned it. "I went to college for a year and it felt like shit. I couldn't even write a paper. My mom didn't teach me how to write that shit at home."

"You have to learn." I said. "All beginnings are hard."

At that point he usually agrees to think about it, or changes the subject with oral sex.

I didn't intend to push him, but I personally think it's necessary.People without a bachelor's degree can't even get a decent job these days.After going to school, he has the opportunity to think about what he wants to do with his life, and studying will make his life more colorful than making sandwiches.

So one day I ruthlessly urged him.I won't allow him to distract me with blowjobs.I made him sit at the table and talk to me.

He was pissed.

"You despise me! You despise me for being uneducated!" He blushed with anger and burst into tears, and those few tears dried up within a few seconds.His face-changing speed from crying to not crying is the fastest of anyone I've ever seen.

"You know I don't mean that."

"That's what you mean. I'm not you, Amon. I can't be someone like you."

"I didn't expect you to be."

"I'm happy. I was having a good time until you made me feel like I shouldn't be."

"That's not what I meant. It's just that you're such a smart guy, and—"

"I'm not smart. I'm just a silly redneck. It's embarrassing for you to like someone like me, so you want me to be nice."

"Do you believe what you say?" I asked.

"I'd rather make sandwiches—at least that's what I'm capable of—than spend a lot of money and end up kicked out of school—"

"Do you really think you're stupid?"

Jack shrugged.

"You yourself know you're not. If you go back to school, I'll be with you. I'll help you."

"I have no money."

"I can help you with that too."

He stood up and pushed the chair further away from the table. "I don't want you to help me. If I do go to school, I will find a way to pay for it myself. I will not accept your charity."

"How could it be charity? We have been together for a year. We live together and bear the expenses together."

"Paying tuition fees is different from buying vegetables. Tuition fees are damn expensive. And it's not for you, it's for me."

"It's for both of us. Jack, look at me. I'll help you."

This is what I promise.I did help him in the first semester, I gave him financial aid, I read the dense paragraphs of the textbook with him, and I helped him write the citation pages of the paper.I feel that I am a competent boyfriend, a peerless and easy to attack.Then A&L gave me a promotion, and I thought that for this promotion, I would work harder for the company.Jack made friends in college, and with them he did what college students do.And I fought desperately against the feeling that I was being a father and mother to Jack.Can I impose a curfew on a 24-year-old grown man?Can I tell him how much to drink at a time and how often?

Jack's exam faints.His bad grades.The groan of his head resting on my arm as I sit at the computer with him and try to get him to start writing a paper.The oral sex we both used to change the subject.All kinds of staying up late.The struggle to get him out of bed in the morning.Sometimes in order to restrain my killing intent towards him, I have to go out and walk around the house for a few times to calm down from time to time.

In comparison, summer is much better.He's on vacation and I'm taking a few weeks off.We relax together, watch movies, go swimming.But as soon as the fall semester arrived, life became particularly difficult for Jack.Grades fell from poor to extremely poor.The number of times I went out each night changed from once to twice.He came home drunk.He chuffed and went home.He loses his temper over trivial matters.

Julia, my recruiting director, left last month.I've been working non-stop since, trying to find someone to fill the position, and I can't find time to help Jack.He clearly needed tougher discipline, but the more I forced him to follow the rules, the more he resisted.

Growing up, I have always been that annoying kid who is good at everything.My teachers from kindergarten to prep praised my problem-solving skills.

So why can't I solve this problem?

Why can't I figure out how to deal with my bear kid?

Why do I have to think about it?Why couldn't Jack play by the rules himself?

This thought always makes me feel like it's all my fault.

Because he counts on me to guide him, discipline him, and count on me to solve problems.

He was counting on me to help him.

***

In the taxi to A&L, Jack's phone vibrated.Connor sent a text message.

We need to talk.

I replied to the text message: Let's talk later, I have something urgent to deal with.

It doesn't look right.Not at all Jack's style.I deleted the retype: late chat.Isn't that how kids talk these days?This doesn't look quite right either.

Can you wait?I tentatively wrote.

1 minute later I got a reply: ok.What do you like?

I thought about Connor's reaction when I told him I had something to do.He wanted to talk to me about... Beth?not my business.I don't want to be involved in the love and hatred of college students.

I skipped the A&L elevator and climbed four flights of stairs to my office.Almost everyone I passed was eating pizza.

My stomach growled with hunger.

Seeing myself sitting at the table felt magical.It felt like Scrooge in A Christmas Carol watching himself with the Spirit of Now.

This is Jack, I remind myself.

He eats pizza on my keyboard.A video was playing on the computer, and it sounded suspiciously like "The Morph Junkies," one of Jack's favorite comedy combinations.Arnold Mayer from recruiting and Carol Bryan from accounting were also in the office, watching videos while eating pizza from greasy paper plates.

Note ①: Comedy combination created by the author.

Even though it was my face, he looked up at me exactly like Jack did.Eyes wide open, with an expression of being caught stealing snacks.It lasted only a second before he smiled at me.

"Jack," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Amon." I gritted my teeth. "Can we talk. Just the two of us."

"Okay." He minimized the video, facing Arnold and Carol. "If you want to see it, you can search it on Youtube. The new videos are not so funny these days, but the old ones are great."

"Awesome," Arnold said.I've never heard Arnold use the word, except to describe the creamy sago pudding Nancy brought to the potluck.

"So you're Jack," Carol said, taking a few steps forward and holding out her hand.I shook hands with her. "I keep asking Amon when I can see you. I always tell him 'Call me when Jack is here.'"

"Oh, ah, yes," said Jack. "Carol, this is Jack. Jack, this is Carol."

Carol turned to him. "It's an honor that you still remember my name." She looked at me and blinked. "Amon's brain froze just now and couldn't remember who I am. I told him this is what happens when people turn 40."

"It's funny." I said.

"Yes, who says no? I have a good memory." Jack tapped his head. "Oh, it's too late for people who refuse to obey their old age."

"At least he's still young at heart," Carol said. "You really should get a taste of the training seminars he gave earlier."

My heart sank.

"That's hilarious," Arnold agreed.

Of the adjectives to describe a seminar on sexual harassment, "funny" is the last one I want to hear.

"I guess you're the one for Armon Amway, what's the name, 'morphe junkie,' Jack," Carol told me. "At the seminar, he played this song..."

Don't mind.My goodness, don't.Not him.

"You played them 'Sex Rap'?" I asked in disbelief.

Jack bit his lip.my lips.Love someone.He shrugged.

One of Morpheme Junkie's most popular compositions is a rap song that featured a video about sexual harassment in the workplace.Jack had passed the stage of listening to it at least once a day.Lyrics include:

She pads her shoulders,

Also wearing a little pencil skirt.

before you start talking,

Let her sign a waiver first.

offices, elevators, lounges,

Let her know that you are also a person of quality,

Before you reach out and touch her ass,

Ask her permission first!

"That's funny," Carol said.

"That was the most fun seminar I've ever attended," Arnold said with his mouth full of pizza.

"Great," I said, numb all over.

"Well, we won't bother you anymore." Carol smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, Jack. Amon never told me that you are so cute."

She went with Arnold.I gave Jack the scariest look I could with his "so cute" face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm here to stop you messing with my work. But it looks like I'm too late."

"I'm not messing with your job. Your employees like me."

"Because you turned the SW2 seminar into a farce?"

"Relax. I told them to use gender-neutral language. We role-played it too. Poor guys trying to sexually harass Carol. She's so hot."

I shook my head. "You have to stop."

He stood up. "It's you who should stop. Stop treating me like a kid. Don't always think that everything I do is just messing things up. You want to know what will happen to you if I become one day. You see, I am being a child now. I'm learning now what it's like to be you."

"Be me at home, or somewhere—anywhere—as long as it's not here. I'll give you some money, and you can get a massage while being me. But please, get out of my office. "

"I'm not. You need me to call Wittmeyer this afternoon and hire him. And fast, before someone else poachs him."

"Joe can do it for you."

"I'm coming. Wittmeyer would love to hear the news from Armon Monterrey himself. What a great relationship he has with you. But I'm a bit hard to tell... I'm going to thank you for your last job seeker this morning. La Elms interviewed, she's awesome. Much better than Serena. I might hire her."

"Jack Stephen Parker." I tried to yell.

"Oh, it's so cute to hear my voice say that." Jack walked around the table.I suddenly realized how big I was compared to Jack's body.Quite massive, um--for a four-year-old, and very sexy. "How are you doing in school?"

"Don't change the subject."

"The topic is, our lives are switched now. I want to know what's going on with my life."

He leaned against the table with a relaxed expression, as if everything was under control.

And sexy and hot.

hard to explain.I'm looking at my body, yes.But what I saw was him, a side of him that I had never seen before, what Jack would look like when he was no longer anxious about wanting to please others.He's open about how smart he is, how strong, how brave he is.

My boyfriend looks handsome like this to a whole new level.

"I failed the exam." I confessed.

He shrugged. "I do well in class and the professor loves me. A small test is nothing."

"You never told me you liked literature."

"I learned pretty well. Much better than geology."

"Your classmates seem to think you're an expert on the subject."

He blushed and smiled. "real or fake?"

"real."

He suddenly tensed up. "Have you been to the library?"

"went."

"You should still be there now."

"I left early."

"But I shouldn't—"

"I told Grogan that I was leaving, and I have nothing to do with him if he doesn't like it." I said, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Jack started biting his lips again. "If he doesn't fire me, then my face with him will be even more torn."

"I know that kind of guy well. Bullying, but when scared the shit goes off."

"Really." Jack didn't seem to believe it.

"Listen, if you can fix my life, I promise I can fix your crap too." I said a little emotionally.

"Be civil," Jack reminded me.

"Why is the word 'po' uncivilized. You said it too."

"I said an adjective. I should have put you on my lap."

"To shut up."

He grinned. "For now. I'm going to whip you in a few hours."

"What?"

"Luciana's party."

"We can't go to that party."

He opened his mouth wide. "Amon."

"Are you out of your mind? Our souls have been swapped."

"So what? The other guests don't know."

I shook my head. "I can't believe it's so easy on you when things like this happen. Don't you want to know what's going on with this shit? Don't you worry what if we never get back?"

He glanced at the computer screen, then at the table. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that," he whispered.

"How? This is terrible."

"I like being you." He looked up, gritted his teeth and looked at me. "I love being a leader. I love when people look at me and think I know how things are supposed to work. I love your office. I love your co-workers. I love your muscles. I love everything about you. It's a pity that you don't have any confidence in me."

"It's you who don't have confidence in yourself. And your plan to me—"

"Listen. You're assuming I can't do your job. You're assuming I'm a mess at school. I bet you're also assuming I don't know how to whip you at the party tonight. But I know what I'm doing. You have to try to trust me."

Maybe because it was my voice, but he sounded like he really knew what he was doing.

"Let's talk about this later, okay? Call Melissa and—"

"No. I'm done talking. Today is action. I'm going to set up a conference call with Wittmeyer for you this afternoon, and you," he glanced at his phone, or mine , "Geology class in an hour. And I think we're going to a party tonight. Because we both know what's going to happen if you let Luciana dove. She'll block us both."

"You've never used a whip in your life."

"you can teach me."

"Jack," I begged.

"Go." He nodded towards the door. "See if you can understand the knowledge about rock formations. At least your notes are better than mine. But at least write neatly. I still need to read it."

I hesitated, then turned around.

He slapped my ass hard.

He literally, literally, slapped my ass.

I'm going to put this on my "we'll settle the bills when we get our bodies back" list.

It's just that his shot made me feel the lower body.I turned around and looked at my brand new boyfriend with inflated confidence.He gave me the most wicked smile I've seen in a while, and...

Go to his "body and change it back and settle the score".

"Kiss me," I said.

"You can't do without your own lips?" He walked towards me.I saw his—my—lips getting closer to mine.He held the back of my head, and suddenly I was wrapping my arms around my own body, sucking on my own lips, running my borrowed tongue across the creases of the roof of my own mouth.I searched for his features in my original body.His own restlessness that showed through my muscles.My voice, but a small sound in his rhythm.There's a lilting, wild energy in my blood, the same energy that freaked me out the first time we kissed outside a Thai restaurant.

A kiss is over. "God, can't you tie your tie properly." I reached out to undo his junk tie.He doesn't move.I could feel the contraction of his throat muscles through my knuckles, which I enjoyed a lot. "I can't believe you're doing interviews and hosting seminars like this."

He grinned.More fascinating movement of the throat, reminding me of how my throat changes when he sucks my cock.I tied his tie and ran my fingers under his chin.

"I've always wanted you to fuck me here," he said.

"what?"

"I know you'd never do something like that. But I thought it would be fun. You think, one day you call me and I come over to your place for lunch. I knock on the door and you say come in and let I close the door behind me."

"What kind of porn are you watching?"

"The lights are dim. The shutters are drawn. You kiss me like you did just now."

"If I fuck you here, everyone can hear it. The walls are paper thin."

He shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable and a little smug. "I know."

I moved my body and brought my legs together.My dick doesn't resist his overtures like my rational mind does. "You want us to—"

He laughed. "Not now. I'm a busy man." He tossed a greasy paper plate into the trash. "Want to eat pizza? Five teeth left."

"Where did you get the pizza?" I asked, not feeling eager for an answer.

"Ordered from Little Plum Pizza."

"No, what I want to ask is—forget it."

"I ordered."

"Don't tell me."

"Corporate credit card."

I sighed.

He bared his teeth and smiled. "You are now the most popular boss ever. You can thank me later."

"Wait and see how I deal with you later."

"Midnight," he said, just as I turned to leave.

"what?"

"I'll just assume we can switch back at midnight. Like Cinderella."

The corner of my mouth curled up. "So I'm going to be a college student until midnight?"

"And I'll be the sexiest Ben Four who can say the words 'net profit margin.'"

"Can you say that again."

"Pure profit margin." He said in a deliberately aggressive tone.

"I can fuck you right now," I said.

"Another day. Call me and surprise me. I want to feel it in my body."

I left the office with a cock shaking, torn between strangling him and marrying him. 】