Falling into the Abyss

Ethan still remembers that night when he took Roland to his favorite quiet bar, the lighting was soft and ambiguous, the walls were covered with vinyl record jackets that I didn’t know where they got, and the air was floating. With melodious jazz music, it is very retro. He was sitting next to the bar, sipping the martini in the glass while listening to Roland's unique and charming voice narrating his observations on various planets under the jurisdiction of the Third Reich. Ethan rarely has the opportunity to travel, especially because the Earth Alliance government does not encourage its citizens to go to extraterrestrial countries. Even official trips have to go through layers of approval, which is very troublesome. He listened to Roland vividly recounting the strange ethnic and folk customs on those distant planets, and he was envied.

Roland also stretched out his right hand. A silver ring on the ring finger was inlaid with a rare emerald. "This stone was dug out near the underground lake. I looked like it and made it into a ring. "After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the hand and gently moved it to his cheek. His smile is full of unruly wildness, with a hint of flirtation, "Look, it's like the color of your eyes."

Ethan felt that his cheeks were hot at the time, and he quickly let out a burst of laughter to conceal his heart being stirred, "So I should wear this ring?"

Originally it was just a joke, but Roland did not expect that Roland simply took off the ring, then gently pulled up his left hand, and slowly put it on Ethan's ring finger.

Ethan was completely stunned, and forgot to withdraw his hand, just staring at his movements in a daze. Roland's eyelids with thick brown eyelashes were raised slightly, with a smile but a smile, "Look, I am my person with my ring on."

Ethan had never been so teased by any Alpha before, and quickly smiled and drew his hand to take off the ring, but was held down by Roland, "Actually, this ring is not worth much, just because I like the color. But when I saw you today, I knew it had found a more suitable owner. Just treat it as my gift to you."

That night, after Ethan asked the driver to send the slightly drunk Roland back to the apartment, he walked alone in the cool air, trying to let the scorching heat from his body dissipate. But it doesn't work, no matter how long he walks, every time he thinks of the plump lips covered with thin short beards, the deep and wild outline of the eyebrows, and the slightly rough but very gentle hands, I feel that the fire in my heart burns. More prosperous.

After that, Ethan didn't wear the ring again, but carefully received him in a box, wanting to wait for a chance to return it in the future.

Getting up early to go to work was originally the most painful thing of the day, but for Ethan at that time it became a golden glow of hope. He chose his best-fitting suit, combed and fixed his hair carefully, and put on a pair of thin-frame glasses. In the mirror, he has become more energetic, but he still has a staid and abstinence aura. He tried to unbutton a few buttons on the neckline, but only felt that it was nondescript, so he tied it back again.

He drove his aircraft to the Energy Bureau building, and walked briskly into the secretary's office next to the secretary's office to sort out the secretary's schedule for today, and hand over some trivial matters to his assistant secretary. His main task today is to accompany the Director, Roland and others to visit the metal synthesis station they built on the third space station. During the whole process, he dutifully introduced and explained the various zones and basic synthesis principles in the synthesis station. It is necessary to show that one's erudition is timely and timely. He could feel the gaze that Roland fell on him from time to time, trying to control himself not to think too much.

By the end of the day's visit, it is already time for dinner. The Secretary made a temporary volition and enthusiastically wanted to entertain several researchers. Ethan had to decide which restaurant to choose as quickly as possible and negotiated with the person in charge of the restaurant, and then transferred two plainclothes from a nearby guard station to watch. Within an hour, everyone was comfortable sitting in the box smoking and chatting.

In fact, Ethan was exhausted at the time and was always persuaded to drink. He didn't like the smell of smoke, so he went to the toilet for some reason. He leaned against the railing in front of the man-made lake, looked up at the Milky Way across the distant starry sky, and sighed.

"Is it going to pee?" The charming voice that was almost predictable came from behind again.

Ethan pulled out a silent smile from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at Roland, "There is a free public dinner, why run?"

"Because it's boring," Roland said simply. Ethan glanced at him squintingly, and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't think I arranged it interesting enough? I would have arranged you scholars to go to a **** for dinner."

"Hahahaha, what's so good about striptease? I may not dance well."

Ethan couldn't help but laughed, "You? Striptease?"

"You don't believe it?" Roland stroked his slightly long brown hair back along his forehead, and said narcissistically, "My striptease will dwarf a lot of Omega!"

Ethan couldn't stop laughing, "I won't believe it until you jump."

It was originally just a joke, but Roland looked around, then took out his personal information capsule from his pocket, activated it and threw it into the air. The pocket computer immediately unfolded into a thin screen in the air. He quickly chose a song, the first few rhythmic drum beats, and then the most popular dance music. Alpha in front of him raised an eyebrow at him, cast an extremely seductive eye, and then began to swing his hips with the music model, and his hand gently slid down the edge of the jacket, along with his neck. After a slight raise, the jacket gracefully slid down his arm.

Ethan was completely dumbfounded, his mouth slightly opened, and he could not move even if he leaned on the railing. He was worried that someone would pass by here to see this crazy scene at any time, but he just couldn't bear to stop it. Roland's movements were smooth and familiar, and every time he raised the corner of his mouth, every time he raised his eyes, it seemed to be thoughtful and natural. He teased and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, revealing a large, deep honey-colored pectoral muscle. Ethan swallowed, unable to look away, as if he had been enchanted.

Roland twisted his waist as he walked in. When he reached him, the buttons on his shirt had been completely unbuttoned. He stretched his hand to support the railing behind Ethan, and confined Beta, who had looked silly, in the narrow space between himself and the railing. The exposed skin exudes the heat that is enough to warm the cool wind at night, and the look down is as intoxicating as wine.

"Believe it?" Roland smiled badly, showing a sharp canine, like a vampire.

Ethan suddenly regained his self-control. He quickly stretched out his hand to push the opponent away, but the place where his palm was in contact with the opponent's skin quickly retracted as if it were being burned, "You are really crazy, what do you do if you are seen? "

"Hahahaha, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"I don't want to be charged with molesting VIPs." Ethan used his best sternness to cover up his **** cheeks. He really didn't understand. Although he had long heard that the people of the Third Reich were very open, he couldn't think of being so bold.

In the second half of the dinner, Ethan was unable to concentrate, and he didn't even dare to lift his glasses, because Roland was sitting at his opposite table, and occasionally flew at him with a narrow smile in his eyes. He felt that he couldn't parry this man, he would always do something that shocked him.

That night he was lying on the bed in his apartment tossing and unable to fall asleep. He asked the smart butler to turn on the projection computer and use his identity and authority to surpass the domain barrier of the Earth Alliance, waving his fingers and searching for Roland's name on major social networks. . He is no longer a young man who likes to play on social networks. Even his account has been sealed for many years, and it took a lot of effort to retrieve it. He flipped through the photos of Roland’s life and wondered if he would have a girlfriend or boyfriend, but after a long list, he found that Roland broke up with a boyfriend a year ago, and that boyfriend is very charming Omega, with a slender figure, raised eyebrows, has a confident and gorgeous charm.

Ethan looked at the photo of Roland hugging his ex-boyfriend affectionately, one unruly and the other glamorous, which couldn't be better matched. And he touched his face with glasses again, although it was upright, it was nothing special. Compared with that Omega, there is really no similarity.

Ethan suddenly felt a little disappointed, turned off the computer, and fell asleep preoccupiedly.

After that, Ethan deliberately avoided Roland, and even had to go home several times to visit his sick mother and taught his assistant secretary the task of accompany him. In this way, I didn't see Roland for about a week. Later, the researchers were already familiar with the environment, and they wanted to start cooperating with the Earth Alliance researchers on the task of synthesizing new aeronautical materials, and there was no need for a secretary to accompany and assist.

Then on a certain Saturday night, he originally planned to cook a dinner by himself, and then quietly read a book or a movie at home. When the spaghetti was being cooked, there was a knock on the door. Ethan is somewhat inexplicable, because he has always been a relatively withdrawn person. Even colleagues who have a good relationship with energy rarely meet on weekends, so unless it is a takeaway order, no one will disturb him on Saturday night.

He opened the door and his eyes widened.

Roland was leaning against the door frame, not wearing more formal clothes like before, but a very casual leather jacket. Obviously, this outfit is more suitable for his wild temperament. Still the charming smile that was a bit sordid.

"Hey."

Ethan replied indifferently, "Hey..."

"Don't invite me in?"

"...Why are you here?"

"Last time I was chatting in a bar, I remember you said you live in this area. I happened to pass by today, so I came to say hello." His panic was like a fish, but Ethan knew he had never told him the specific house number. the address of……

Seeing Ethan's unbelief on his face, Roland suddenly showed an expression of admitting defeat and raised his hands, "Okay, well, I heard from your colleague Tai Feng. I really am not a stalker."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

Roland probably misunderstood what Ethan meant. Instead of his usual self-confident and chic appearance, he scratched his head a little embarrassingly, "Uh... if you are busy, I won't bother." After he said he turned to leave. However, Ethan's body moved before his brain could react--he reached out and grabbed Roland's arm.

"Um... I'm fine, come in and sit down."

Although Ethan's apartment is not large, he has very little furniture and is neatly cleaned, making it a bit empty. From the furniture color to the decoration, they are basically very concise and restrained styles, which match his personality very well. Roland smelled the scent of spaghetti sauce, "Are you cooking?"

"Well, seafood cream pasta, would you like some?"

"Okay! I haven't eaten yet!"

The last time Ethan cooked for someone was fifteen months ago, when he had not broken up with his former Beta girlfriend. The moment he just asked the question, he wanted to **** the proposal back into his mouth, but he didn't expect the other party to agree to his proposal. When he brought the pasta out anxiously, he saw Roland looking at the expensive paper books on his shelf.

"Are you interested in ancient history?"

"Hmm... I majored in this subject in college."

"Coincidentally, I also like to read ancient history, but I am not as professional as you." He came to the marble counter in the kitchen and sniffed the pasta. "Um~~~ beautiful and delicious!"

Ethan didn't know what to say about this pun metaphor, and silently passed the tableware over. My stomach was so hungry that I screamed, but now facing that strange Alpha, I suddenly didn't dare to gulp.

However, Roland seemed to be very contented, and his unpretentious manner of eating seemed to have a bold elegance. Ethan suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was cooking dinner with a partner who had been getting along for a long time on Saturday night, and the evening TV program was projected on one wall. As long as a pet dog is added, the perfect two-person life he once imagined is almost like this.

Roland quickly settled the dinner on the plate, wiped his lips with a napkin, and sighed, "I haven't eaten such delicious pasta in a long time. Only the Earth Alliance can make such authentic Earth cuisine."

Ethan chuckled softly, "You exalt me ​​too much, and my cooking skills are not at the level of trouble."

Roland's eyes suddenly fixed on his face, and Ethan looked a little hairy.

"what happened?"

Roland said, "You have sauce on your face."

Ethan quickly wiped awkwardly with his hands, but the wrong place was wiped. Roland suddenly leaned forward, reached out and wiped off the sauce from the corners of his lips, then...lightly licked his fingers.

If there are onomatopoeias in the blush, then Ethan's face should be "coaxed" at this moment.

The air fell silent for a while. After a long time, Ethan finally broke the silence. He pushed down his glasses, lowered his gaze, and asked, "Why do you ask Taefeng about my residence?"

Roland answered calmly, "Because I have never seen you."

"...What did you see me doing? Oh, I see, is it that ring? In fact, I always wanted to find a chance to return it to you, just..."

"No, no, it has nothing to do with the ring." Roland interrupted him, his confident smile became cramped, "I just... I really want to see you again."

Ethan is not a teenager who has never been in love, and naturally knows what this sentence implies. But he was still stunned, because he didn't think that Roland would not just want to flirt with him.

He has always known that he prefers powerful Alpha compared to Beta and Omega, but the better Alpha is, the less he will notice his ordinary and boring Beta, because there are too many dazzling Omegas around them. Ethan was attracted by the tall and handsome appearance of Roland from the first sight, and his bold behavior and gentle tone made him irresistible. He never thought that such a handsome Alpha would really be interested in him.

The person who secretly likes happens to like you too, so the chance is tantamount to an asteroid hitting the earth. If it is the current Ethan may not believe it, but Ethan at the time has not experienced despair after all, and will still have unrealistic dreams.

Roland watched Ethan's delay in speaking and cleared his throat, "I know you must think I was a bit too frivolous before. At first, I just saw you being very cautious and calm and wanted to tease you. But I found that I couldn't help it. Stop thinking of you."

Ethan looked down at the dinner that barely moved on his plate, hesitated and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean. I'm just a Beta."

"In my habit, if you encounter something you like, you have to find a way to get it anyway." The distance between Roland and him got closer again, his scorching eyes seemed to be surrounded by hot blue fire. The senses of Ethan. There was a faint smell of smoke from his body, which was clearly something Ethan didn't like, but mixed with the smell of Alpha hormone in this man's body, it became full of conqueror charm. He gently took off Ethan’s glasses and said in an affectionate voice, “Whether you are Beta, Omega or Alpha, I like you, like your eyes, like the way you push your glasses when you’re nervous, and you’re embarrassed. I also pretended to be calm when I was there."

At that moment, Ethan felt like he was about to melt away, and the defense he had struggled to maintain in the face of temptation suddenly collapsed.

When Roland leaned forward, when the short-bearded skin rubbed against his always shaved jaw, when his lips were caught by another pair of full and strong lips. Ethan didn't avoid it. He responded to the kiss, and in fact the kiss turned into a more intense kiss, until Ethan touched his plate and knocked off the cutlery, and no one cared. They devour each other's body fluid and smell, like lovers who have reunited after a long time.

A year later, when Ethan was locked up in prison awaiting trial, when I recalled that night, only a mouthful of bitterness remained. He thought that Roland had already done enough homework about him before meeting him for the second time, maybe even he had already analyzed what kind of man he liked.

During that kiss, Roland must be snickering in his heart.

It turned out that it is so easy to make the secretary of the chief secretary degenerate.