Just A Bit Wrong

15

"Slow down. You're running too fast. Think about all the running tricks I told you about."

Tristan rolled his eyes, even though Zack couldn't see from behind. "Am I a professional athlete? My running technique is perfect."

"You're kicking your legs first and then your hips again," Zach said.

Tristan turned his head and smiled at Zach. "Should you pay more attention to my running skills? Why are you staring at my ass?" He turned back to jogging, but he wanted to take that sentence back.Doesn't he look like a typical fool with his brain fucked?For heaven's sake, he shouldn't be jogging with Zach about this kind of stuff—whatever it is.Now, one is a patient and the other is a physical therapist, and petty theft after training should not affect their professional relationship.Of course, their relationship wasn't very professional from the get-go, but after Lydia knocked them out last week, they had to be careful.Recently, that silly girl is always going around, getting involved in things that have nothing to do with her.She'll also be in the gym watching them train.That cautious and suspicious look, as if he was afraid that Zach would be destroyed by Tristan.At first, Tristan thought she was funny, but he soon got annoyed, and he didn't take it easy.Tristan would have told her to fuck off if he hadn't believed in Zach: but Zach is right, Lydia loses her job and Tristan's secret is lost, but that doesn't mean Tristan likes her around stare.

"Pay attention to swinging your hips, your feet will naturally move forward." Zach's voice was calm and professional.He went to great lengths to maintain a professional demeanor.Don't know what Lydia said to him, but her words obviously had an effect.Tristan isn't stupid: Zach clearly doesn't want to mess with him anymore.Tristan apparently intended that as well.Blind people can see it.

Now, they just need to figure out how to end the relationship.

"When you're exercising, your sequence of motions ends with your feet landing on the ground," says Zach.

"Yes yes yes, say what you want," Tristan looked around.It was too early and the park was empty.He stole a glance at Zach, then ran up a path that led into the woods.

"Tristan." Zach's voice was palpable warning.

Tristan ran straight, pretending he didn't hear anything.He knew Zach would follow him.That guy might be upset, but he'll definitely follow.

Not once.

Tristan turned off the path and stopped in a glade.He leaned against a tree, closed his eyes with his cheek pressed against the tree trunk, and the breath in his nostrils was filled with mud and the freshness of spring.

"Tristan," Zach's voice is strained, sounding angry.

A solid body pressed up tightly from behind, stubble scraped his sensitive skin, and familiar lips dropped a series of kisses on his face.

Tristan trembled. "Don't you have a better razor?" he muttered, leaning back into Zach's warm embrace.He didn't mean anything else, he just thought it was quite cold this morning.

"Don't you think you're being reserved?" Zach slipped his hand into Tristan's hoodie, caressing his bare belly.

I'm not at all reserved.I just want to physically feel your lips and hands.

Such thoughts made Tristan show a bitter expression, and he said sullenly: "No one forces you to follow me."

Zach laughed like he said something funny. "You knew I was coming." He nuzzled Tristan's ear, slipped his hand on his stomach into his sweatpants, and took hold of Tristan's half-cock.Tristan hummed softly as he moved.

"Of course I have to follow you," Zach said through gritted teeth, rubbing Tristan's cock roughly. "You damn siren."

"The siren is a woman," Tristan said breathlessly, his eyes squeezed shut.

"The siren is a beautiful creature that can lead fools to a dead end."

Tristan said with a smile, "You're too much—" Zach pulled his hand back, and he snorted.

Zach bit his earlobe and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "I want to be inside you, Babyface. But not now, and not here."

Tristan whined.why not?They haven't had sex for almost a day.

"Don't call me that," Tristan recovered after a while.

Zach took a deep breath and took a step back. "Run," he said briefly. "You have a mile left."

Tristan looked down, his erection poking a tent in his sweatpants.He looked up at Zach. "Sadistic."

Zach smiled smugly.

Tristan wanted to kiss him until he couldn't smile anymore.

He froze.

"What's wrong?" Zach frowned slightly.

"Nothing." Tristan ran away.

***

"Why do you want to live here?"

Tristan stared at Zach with one eye open. "Huh?" he muttered, still reeling from the dizziness of his orgasm.His cheek was pressed against Zach's chest, and the man's heartbeat was not as violent as before, and it was very stable.

"Your home is fine," Zach's voice was still a little hoarse. "But celebrities generally don't live in houses of this class, do they?"

"You know, I can't afford to have a pillow talk after sex." Tristan said and closed his eyes again.

"Your head is buried in my chest, so technically this isn't 'pillow' side talk."

Tristan pinches Zack on the side. "Not funny at all."

Zach ran his fingers through Tristan's hair, running his bald nails across his scalp.God, it's so comfortable.

Tristan sighed softly, and he murmured, "If you must ask, I used to have a really big, gorgeous house, and I bought it because I was rich and I could afford it."

"before?"

"sold."

"why?"

Tristan made a face.He bought that house for only one reason: He wanted to buy a better house than his dad's and show it off to the old guy.But it didn't take long for him to feel that this kind of behavior was really shameful.So what if he bought a mansion?Arthur Grayson didn't know, and wouldn't care.

"The house was considered a relatively good investment at the time," Tristan opened his eyes.He smiled smugly at Zach. "There was a Russian billionaire who took the lead and wanted to buy a house where football stars lived, so I sold it for twice the price. I lived in it for a week."

Zach smiled and shook his head. "you really--"

"Smart, I know," Tristan rubbed his cheek against Zack's chest, and yawned.

Zach looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Tristan muttered with a smile, with sleepiness on his face.

Zach got out of bed and started getting dressed. "I have to go," he said gruffly, zipping up his jeans.

Tristan looked at him and blinked.Zach doesn't stay overnight every night - he will only stay if the two of them stay until the evening, such as this night, because he has no strength left.

"It's two in the morning," Tristan said.

"Exactly," Zach said, putting on his coat.

Then, he left.

Tristan frowned, rolled over and buried his face in the pillow.There's a smell of Zack in there.Annoyed, Tristan thought about changing the pillow, but he thought it was too much trouble.Forget it, he can barely use this.

He closed his eyes, took a breath, and drifted off to sleep.