Just A Bit Wrong

5

"Why are you looking at your phone all the time?"

Tristan looked up to find Lydia looking at him.

"Zach was late again today," he said. "You know I hate waiting for people."

Her brown eyes looked at him curiously.

"What?" Tristan asked her, fiddling with his phone.

"What the hell have you and Zack been up to all this time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can't describe it... It's just that something is different from the original."

Tristan shot her a rude look. "Have you checked all my letters? I'm not paying you to sit around here and play with my thumbs."

Lydia obviously intended to sarcasm him, but held back.She turned her gaze back to the stack of envelopes in front of her.

Tristan continued to stare at his phone.

Actually, she was right.There is indeed something different from the original.Zack...has changed.Whether it's Tristan's recovery or his life, Zach is no longer as involved in everything as he used to be.Each time, he just checked Tristan's groin, told him about the recovery process of the day, and then left.Zack never called him "little boy" or "little baby" or "baby boy" again, never had that mean smile on his face, and he never made fun of Tristan again .In fact, every time he spoke to Tristan, his tone was extremely professional and completely impersonal.

Every time he talked to Tristan like that, Tristan wanted to punch him hard in the mouth.

Zach's "I'm the most decent in the world" dick is driving Tristan crazy.He was far more annoying than Tristan thought.And Tristan was still hungry, and the frustration of not being able to shoot made him want to hit the wall.But at least, when Zach massaged him, he didn't feel ashamed to get an erection, because Zach looked at his erect penis in the same dead way, without even raising an eyebrow.All in all, Zach had been a [-] percent professional physical therapist for the past ten days, and watching him, it was hard for Tristan to believe that he had spanked himself.

Tristan twitched.None of them mentioned it, and now they simply pretend that it never happened.He hasn't told Jared yet.He didn't know why he did this either.

"I like Zack," Lydia said suddenly. "He's a nice guy and invited me to his wedding."

Tristan's eyes were fixed on her instantly. "What? You've only known him for a few weeks."

Lydia gave him a sweet smile. "You mean he didn't invite you?"

Tristan smiled back at her.Lydia is a little bitch.Although she is quite funny, she is not his match when it comes to bitch.

"I wouldn't have gone if he asked me," he said, in an unusually calm tone. "Why should I go?"

This answer obviously disappointed Lydia, and she continued to sort through Tristan's emails.

Tristan puts the phone down, then picks it up again.He stared at the screen for a while.

"Have you met his girlfriend?" he asked casually.

"Donna? Oh, yes. Zach's car broke down one day and he introduced us when she came to pick him up."

"What kind of person is she?"

He felt Lydia's scrutinizing gaze.

Tristan maintained a slightly bored expression and said: "I'm just curious, what kind of woman would marry such a domineering man, she must be a submissive little daughter-in-law."

"She's not," Lydia snapped back. "She's a strong woman, and I could tell straight away that they were equals. He respected her. She seemed down-to-earth and open-minded."

Tristan stared at his nails. "Did they say they loved each other?"

Lydia smiled. "Sure. They're going to be married, aren't they?"

"Don't be stupid. There are many reasons why people get married."

"for example?"

"Habits," Tristan said. "Some people because of constant pressure at home, and some people because of financial factors. Insecure people find security in marriage. Some people marry because they are afraid of being alone. Some people Want to have children. Anyway, there are all kinds of reasons. Love is definitely not a prerequisite for marriage. In fact, a truly successful person can live happily without "loving" others. Human beings do it to cover up their stupid behavior Invented the thing of love, flowers and hearts are just props used to pretend desire."

"Then I hope that one day you will fall in love with someone else," Lydia's voice was barely audible. "Then that 'other' can make you cry with love."

Tristan smiled. "Sweetie, I know you hate me like hell, but I'm not going to fire you because you're so funny."

Lydia blushed, and it was really funny that way.She opened and closed her mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

Finally, she cleared her throat: "well, you're waiting for Zach's words, I have to tell you, he's not coming today."

Tristan couldn't laugh anymore: "What did you say?"

Lydia glanced at him innocently: "Didn't I tell you when you took a shower? Oh no! He told me he wouldn't be here today. He said you know what exercises to do. Today he and Donna have There are other arrangements."

Tristan stared at her.

Then, he dialed Zach's phone.

"I remember I didn't give you a day off," Tristan said as soon as Zach connected.

"I don't have to stare next to you today," Zach said, sounding like he was driving. "You know what training you're going to do today. You can do it without me watching you, you're not a kid anymore."

"I didn't give you a day off," Tristan said slowly, as if Zac were a child. "You are my physical therapist. You are supposed to monitor my progress every day. You can't take a vacation when you want it. My needs are what you should consider. You come here now."

"I'm busy right now, Tristan," Zach was arguing with him when a woman's voice suddenly appeared on the phone.

Tristan's heartbeat seemed to rush to his ears. "I don't care. You come over here immediately. As long as you are still my physical therapist, I can stay with me as long as I want you when you go to work. You signed the contract, do you think I didn't read it? Since the morning From nine o'clock to six o'clock in the evening, as long as I want, you are mine. I want you to come here now."

"Are you saying that just to annoy me?"

"You know me too well," Tristan said in a very friendly tone, "now, come to me right away."

Zach sighed. "Listen to me, brat - Tristan. I'm really busy. I'm not alone right now. You give me a day off. Tomorrow I can be with you for a day, even if I don't do anything and watch you goof around Days are fine."

"I don't think so. I want you right now." As soon as he finished speaking, Tristan's cheeks turned red suddenly, and he gave a wry smile.

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

"You spoiled brat," Zach said through gritted teeth.

Tristan's mouth curled up uncontrollably. "I have always been." With that, he hung up the phone.Zach was finally back to his old self.He calls him "spoiled brat", which makes Tristan happy for no reason.

He looked up to find Lydia examining him. "what?"

Lydia shook her head. "Just...you could give him a day off. You know what? He emptied his schedule for the wedding so Dr. Sheldon could have him come and rehab you. If it wasn't for the job , Zach can use these time to spend time with his fiancée, that's what he planned, and that's what he should be doing now."

"It's none of my business," Tristan said. "I was injured. He was my physio and I needed him by my side."

Lydia stared at him strangely, but said nothing.

57 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Tristan didn't bother to get up from the sofa, he stared at the door, just waiting.Lydia walked over and opened the door.

The sound of footsteps and conversation gradually approached.

"He's here," Lydia said to Zach, rolling her eyes.

Zach came over and he stared at Tristan for a long time.

Finally, he said, "Tristan, can I talk to you? Privately." Then he grabbed Tristan by the wrist and dragged him slightly roughly out of the room.

Closing the door, he turned to face Tristan. "So?" His hand was still on Tristan's wrist. "Here I am. What now?"

Tristan pursed his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're supposed to come here. You didn't even think about asking my permission—by the way, calling Lydia isn't fucking 'asking my permission.'"

"Donna is back. She only had a few days off when she was on a business trip. I already told you what training to do. You don't need me today at all."

"That's beside the point," Tristan said. "You are my physiotherapist. If I want to, you have to be by my side."

Zach raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you want me to do? Huh? See you slumped on the sofa and be lazy?"

That's right.

The answer almost blurted out, but Tristan swallowed it back.He didn't know where the urge to say that came from.

"Just admit it," Zac said, lifting Tristan's chin with his other hand.A pair of gray eyes saw through Tristan's tricks.He stroked Tristan's jaw with his thumb, then squeezed hard. "You don't need me. You're just a wayward kid, and the only reason you messed up my plans for today is because you can."

Tristan smiled, "Bite me if you have the ability."

Zach's eyes dimmed a bit.He leaned forward and bit Tristan's lip viciously.

Both froze.Their breaths were intertwined.

A second passed.

Tristan licked his lips, and he tasted copper, his own blood.

Slowly, he raised his eyes, and his eyes intertwined with Zach's.

Zach let him go and took a step back, but Tristan grabbed Zac's hair, pulled him close and bit him back.He gasped, tasted the bitterness of blood, and a hint of pure masculinity.He bites again.

Zach took a sharp breath and quickly pulled his mouth back.

They stared at each other, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.

Finally, Zach turned and Tristan grabbed his upper arm.Zach's muscles tensed at his touch.

"You have blood on your lips," Tristan heard himself say.His voice sounded far away, as if it was all a dream.

Zach didn't wipe the blood.Although he looked at Tristan expressionlessly, the emotion in his eyes was so intense that it was frightening.He's staring at Tristan like he's looking at a poisonous snake.A venomous snake that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Tristan leaned forward, slowly licking the blood from Zac's lips - just brushing his tongue over Zac's lips.He felt Zach's body tense, even trembling—

But Zach just pushed him aside and walked out.

The front door slammed shut, and Tristan closed his eyes, took a breath, and let it out before opening them.

He touched his bitten lip cautiously, and looked at his fingers again.

They are trembling.

He clenched his hands into a fist.

The door opened behind him. "Zach is gone already?" Lydia asked him, sounding confused.

Tristan ignored her, and he sat back on the sofa, his arms tightly hugging his knees to his chest, and stared out the window blankly.

"Tristan?"

"Get out," Tristan sighed.

"what?"

"Leave me alone."