Psychological Control

In the cabin, I put on my bathrobe and leaned against the bed, watching Dillon sitting on the floor between the two beds, doing push-ups. The photographer who followed us has been withdrawn. Obviously the show crew really meant to let us take a good break.

After eating a lot of free time, I just lay on the bed motionless. In the sun falling from the window of the cabin to the sea, for the first time, I felt that Fiji is really a popular tourist resort. Life on an uninhabited island on weekdays really proves that the survivor did not take the wrong name.

"You're really strong." I watched weakly as Dillon turned to sit ups after finishing a hundred push-ups.

Hearing what I said, Dillon temporarily stopped. Sitting on the ground behind my back, I turned my face to look at me. "It is my habit to maintain a certain amount of physical exercise every day. The intensity of the survivors is not worth mentioning compared to the amount of training in the army. In addition, do you really plan to lie in bed for an afternoon?"

"No ..." I flinched into the bed, replying with a hesitant tone. I know what he means, because this resort has special services like artificial hot springs and relaxing massages. These are also included in the reward, it would be too wasteful to not enjoy it. When we had dinner before, we proposed to try it together.

But this soft quilt was too comfortable and tempting. After I returned to the room to lie in bed after dinner, I never went to the floor. For a while, I really wanted to sleep until tomorrow, and slept with him for a dozen hours.

"Come down and help me press your legs down, don't lie on the bed all the time. You will only sleep more and more sleepy. You still have enough sleep at night. Now you sleep more, and your muscles are too relaxed to go back and you will suffer." .

I don't know when it may start, maybe after the merger. Unconsciously, my relationship with Dillon became very natural. Especially when there is no interest, the atmosphere we stay with makes people feel like they are not in a social game.

Because I was in front of him, there was no need to deliberately maintain the friendly gesture disguised. Dillon knew the little movements and ambitions of Rhett and me from the beginning, so it doesn't matter if I pretend or not.

But even if we get along with each other naturally, help him press his legs ... close to him face to face when he is doing sit-ups? … Because of Dillon's proposal, I felt that my expression was frozen all of a sudden, and a row of thoughts came out of my mind.

"Come, someone on the feet helps to do sit-ups without straining the lower back." Di Long naturally urged.

To be honest, I still can't tell whether Dillon is curved or straight. Because of my contact with him, he behaved too naturally. Naturally it makes me feel a little bit worried. But sometimes, some conversations sound like * in my ears. Hesitating, I still sat up and moved to the bed and got out of bed.

Kneeling on one knee in front of him, I put my hands on his ankles. It may be because he has been exercising. His skin is very hot. The cold stimulation of my fingers made him bend his knees and couldn't help recycling it.

Leaning closer, I could smell the scent of the shower gel before bathing on him, and it was evaporated by the heat after exercise. Dillon saw me squeezing his back and laying his upper body back on the ground. I watched him lift his hands on the back of his head, and the short sleeves pulled up to highlight the muscles on his arm.

The abdominal muscles can also be easily seen, as the hem of the clothes was pulled up as he raised his hands, exposing a white edge of a jackwill black tight boxer briefs. Then he started his sit-ups.

Falling together, falling together. He did it fast, and he got a gust of wind every time he got up. The wind was smelling of shower gel on him, and the sound of breathing he made more and more. All of a sudden my eyes didn't understand where to put it. I deliberately turned my head and looked out of the window. At this angle, I can only see the cloudless sky.

I didn't squint, but all in my ears was the gasping sound of his exercise. His breathing rate is very regular. He inhales when supine and exhales when he sits up. Because I have to tilt my center of gravity forward to ensure that I can suppress his movements. So when he sat up, the distance between our heads became very close.

If it was a man who met at a nightclub and asked me to press his leg to assist him in a sit-up, I would pay no attention to the other person. Because I know that this is the purpose of the other party, show their charm, let the ambiguous breath ignite the spark between the two.

But when the person in front became Dillon, a soldier. A man who doesn't know if it's straight or an opponent in the game. I became overwhelmed. If everything is just my concern, wouldn't it be too embarrassing if he wanted to be seen by him further?

It always felt that the ambiguous behavior he had treated Chris at the beginning, in turn, revenge on himself.

The moment of loss of mind and the thoughts in my head were all related to Dillon, so I unknowingly turned back from looking out the window. I didn't even notice it at first, I was staring at Dillon's falling motions together.

"Brian, are you asleep with your eyes open?" Until Dillon's voice and his actions called me back to God. He still had one hand behind his head, but one hand was on my hair ... and rubbed! !! !!

"What are you doing!" I was frightened and quickly let go of the hand that pressed his leg while pushing open the hand that was resting on my head. My voice made me startled aloud. Then I saw Dillon chuckling and withdrawing the hand I had beaten, rubbing the back of my hand.

"Sorry ... I was just in a daze ... I was startled by you." I explained dryly. "Don't move my head. I don't like people touching my hair."

"Hah ... it doesn't matter. It's my fault. I shouldn't mess around with your hair casually." Dillon chuckled from the bottom of his throat, then stood up with one hand after I released his ankle with both hands . "But your hair is really soft."

Brian's hair is really smooth. Immediately after washing my hair, my hair will be so soft that even with styling products, it will be difficult to maintain the hairstyle for an hour. When it comes to supermodels in the United States, this is often a problem that stylists worry about.

But this is not the point! The point is, Brian's scalp is too sensitive! As long as I'm not paying attention, I'm flicked my hair lightly. The feeling of each hair being picked up and lowered makes me unable to tremble. Just now, all ten fingers of Dillon fell into my hair roots, and he also made smooth movements, which suddenly made me feel the pleasure of spreading from the scapula to the scalp.

I was almost ... the kind of unstable tremolo had reached my throat, and I was forced to suppress it back. If you are really inadvertently ugly in front of Dillon because of this kind of thing, how embarrassing I should be when facing him in the future.

"Have you finished your exercise? Let's go to the hot spring." I forced the topic and said calmly.

"Well, wait for me to take a bath and wash my sweat, and change my bathrobe." Dillon agreed with a shrug. Then he bypassed me and walked to the bathroom.

Damn ... stupid ... stupid ...

While Dillon was taking a shower, I sat at the end of the bed and buried my face between my hands, scolding myself again and again in my head. Dillon has a kind of temperament, which is too attractive for people like me. The mature, calm and **** feeling sometimes has a wild sense of danger. So when he was around me, it was difficult for me to let myself ignore his existence.

With the evening glow bubble hot spring, the fatigue of the whole body is relaxed.

I sat diagonally opposite Dillon, not directly across the longest distance. This can prevent the two people from unintentionally communicating and looking at each other. And the photographer who re-worked, the lens can easily bring the two of us into the picture.

Because I was upset and irritable, this time I was really not interested in pulling the topic for the effect of the show. In the camera, both Dillon and I just sat silently in the hot spring and looked at the sky. After looking at it for ten minutes, no one spoke. The photographer finally gave up his plan to continue with the shooting, and put away the equipment and left.

I opened my arms on the edge of the pool, and the whole person was paralyzed there, resting my head on my arm, and watching the sunset slowly be eaten half by the horizon. Dillon was not a talkative person, and he did not intend to speak when it was not necessary to speak. The silence was clearly a condensed atmosphere, but it was unexpectedly relaxing.

At least I feel very relaxed. Because I finally watched others without blinking at all times, and then used my brain to think about those slight behaviors and the hidden meaning between words.

All of a sudden I fell asleep in the warm water and the soft sunset light.

I didn't know how long I slept until I was awakened by Dillon, and opened my eyes to see the dark night sky. The unspoiled night sky, thousands of miles without clouds flickering. Dillon had risen from the hot spring. He stood by the pool I leaned on, and slaps me beside me. I stared blankly at the stars in the night sky, and then fixed my eyes on Dillon who woke me up a few seconds later.

Because the survivors did not provide razors to the participants, the beards on the faces of the participating men all flourished during the competition. Even if I was born with a hairless system, there were fine hairs under the nose and above the lips. The black scum on Dillon's cheeks made him look a bit sloppier than when he was neat and self-disciplined at the start of the game.

But it's more sexy. I stared blankly into his eyes. There was a smile under his eyes, and his lips, which he liked to curl into a straight line in front of other people, also evoked an arc.

"Oh, Brian. I found that you really like being dazed when you relax." I watched his mouth open and close and said, "Get up, your hands will wrinkle again. Let's massage, you are not Want to go? "

Then I finally came back to God. It turned out he was talking to me. Maybe it was just too relaxed just now. When I was caught by him again, I was not as fierce as before.

"Dillon, do you have a lover?" I asked this sentence without a head.

"..." Dillon seemed stunned, wondering where my doubts came from. But he still answered, "No, what's wrong? Do you miss your girlfriend?"

girlfriend? Does he subconsciously ask a girlfriend? Is he straight?

I didn't answer his question, just shook his head slightly, and stood up from the hot spring pool. I waded up the water to the bottom of the stairs, stood in front of him, took the bathrobe handed over, and put it on my body. The wind was still a bit cool on the body.

"Let's go, let's go for a massage. I'm so sleepy. After enjoying this free service, let's go back to sleep." I raised an unmodified smile and said to him.

Alright, I admit it.

This hormonal man is really attractive to me. So big that I can no longer deny myself. Although hooking up another contestant in the survivor reality show, it was never in my plan. But sometimes things don't need to be planned. Like someone?

Dillon's feeling for me is hundreds of times stronger than Chris's. It's okay to say that I'm selfish, but this feeling of being strange and familiar enough to let me breathe a sigh of relief is something I don't want to let go anyway. The reason why it can no longer be said is that maybe I can heal my feeling of coldness because of this.

Brian's body is still a place until now ... cough ...

I wanted to use Chris to help myself, through the threshold of psychological shadow. Who knew he had to give up that plan because he took the relationship between us too seriously. Because if I can't respond to him with a feeling of equal weight, but still promise him that way, it would be too cruel for him.

If I don't have enough emotional foundation for him and get along for a long time, it will be difficult for me to express his concern for him. What I seem to care about on weekdays is that I purposefully told myself to do so in order to show it. Brian's antisocial apathy still affects me at all times. I really spend a lot of time with a specific person, and I can't guarantee that I can keep pretending.

When even my positive personality cannot use enough emotion to overwhelm the indifference on the other side. In dealing with me, Chris will face a person who has a thorough anti-social personality tendency.

And lovers with antisocial personality? A person who is not strong enough will have no other result except to be forced to collapse by the indifference of anti-social personality.

And Dillon? At least I knew I felt him. The idea of ​​wanting to get closer and understanding more is the beginning of everything.

And he looks a lot more mature than Chris. At least don't let me worry too much about it like I did with Chris. Instead of talking about feelings directly, a man like him can also treat the relationship between the two more rationally.

So ... even if he's not bent, I have to bend him! Just like shopping in the mall, I finally encountered something I loved, so I have to buy it! Buy buy buy! Who asked him to call me first? Whether intentional or unintentional.

Most heterosexual men actually have the potential to become bisexual. As long as he is not a 100% straight man, he may bend. And the so-called 100% straight men in this world are rare.

Since I like him, I will do everything to get his favor. Only with the things you know, do you know if it is suitable for you, isn't it? Even if it is not suitable in the end, you don't have to worry about it being too difficult to lose.

Of course, the desire to get his favor does not mean that I will hand over the prize that is at hand because of this.

The "beautiful scenery" during the race allowed me to admire it unscrupulously. If he can be coaxed back by me after the game, then my psychological shadow should finally find the key to unlock it. 2k novel reading network