Lucas and the Lost Dimension Chapter 10

Heavy rain and thunder.

In the gloomy room, a thin young man sat on the back of a chair, his hair dripping with water. A man squatted in front of him and reached out to help him roll up his brown T-shirt that had been thoroughly wet. In the next lightning, the two men, whose skin touched each other's, looked at each other in silence.

The burning desire burst out, and the man clasped the young man's face with his broad palm. The young man's pale and well-proportioned fingers stroked the back of his hand. With his eyes flashing, he tilted his head slightly, as if to act coquettishly as if by default.

The man leaned forward, but when their lips were about to touch, he suddenly stopped, unconsciously revealing a hesitant expression as if he couldn't bring himself to do it - and then it failed.

"Hey, Mai-san, what's wrong with you? Don't you feel guilty for keeping Sunny company in the rain for so long?" Director Guo Guo, who had been staring at the monitor and watching NGs for nearly twelve times, began to get angry. "You're like this when it comes to K!ssing scenes. Are you so uncomfortable if you're not allowed to use a second shot?"

"I'm sorry Director Guo, I'm not in a good mood today." Putting the towel handed by Xiaohu on Sunny, Logan Hunter wiped the water drops from her hair and said, "Can you give me some time to get used to it? Maybe half an hour will be enough."

Guoguo was about to say something, but Xiaohu came up to him and whispered something to him. Then the bearded man smiled strangely and ambiguously, looked at Logan Hunter with an "I see" expression, nodded, and said:

"Okay, let's take a break first. Teacher Mai-san, you need to find the feeling well~"

Logan Hunter dodged the wavy sound that shot out of Guoguo's mouth, followed Xiaohu's instructions and left the studio. Without even wiping off the water, he got into a black commercial vehicle, then nodded at the expressionless owner and said in a tone of threatening a fight:

"You, come with me."

The car owner gladly accepted the coercion, got out of the car and followed the man to the place outside the shed where there were piles of containers.

This was an empty lot that was being demolished. The wind was strong. The person being coerced seemed to be a little concerned about the coercer's health. He took off his suit and forcibly surrounded the coercer. Not long after they were surrounded, the coercer sat on a box, leaned back slightly like he was sitting on a chair, and said to him with his head tilted back:

"I'm stuck."

The car owner nodded.

"I don't have much experience in this scene, so I want to find someone to check with me." Logan Hunter said, "Brother Yang, please squat down."

Ethan Collins realized that the other party probably wanted to play a scene with him, so he squatted down obediently.

"look at me."

The magnetic voice coupled with the overly serious brown eyes is indeed something that can make people fall for him instantly - Ji Keyang thought so and looked up at him as he said.

"Put your hands on my face, yes, that's it."

Taking a deep breath, Logan Hunter looked at the person who owned the entire blue sky with a deep attitude. He gently covered the other person's hand that was quietly placed on his cold cheek, and held it with a little force. They looked at each other in the cold wind.

The pupils reflecting the blue sky revealed Ethan Collins's unique calmness and restraint. The delicate tenderness hidden in them only flowed out unintentionally, making it hard to guess whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"What are you standing there for?" he said. "K!ss me."

Ji Keyang's pupils shrank slightly and he was so shocked that he became speechless.

"Don't be in a daze, Director Guo only gave me half an hour." The man in the suit looked impatient, his hands hanging down but tightly grasping the fabric of his pants, "I said I didn't want to shoot a K!ssing scene, but you still forced me to shoot it. Don't you know I have no K!ssing experience? And it's not worth it to give my first K!ss to a colleague. You and I have the best relationship here, so it's not a loss to K!ss you---hmm."

Something soft, wet and hot squeezed into his mouth, the back of his head was forcefully gripped by the man's powerful five fingers, and his waist was hugged tightly from behind. He could hardly move and could only raise his head to endure the ferocity and passion that was inconsistent with this man's appearance.

The overwhelming desire pushed him into the lava that broke through the cold appearance. The high emotions released by this man through his actual actions were so intense that it was beyond imagination. The hand around his waist was only separated by a damp and cold shirt that stuck tightly to his skin. The temperature, which was completely opposite to his cold body, was as comfortable and warm as a hot water bottle stuffed between his legs in winter, which made Logan Hunter start to shiver.

He realized that these actions were more profound and passionate than K!sses, full of possessiveness and desire to conquer that belonged to this person alone - if he realized something was wrong, he could break free and even beat up this tech geek who didn't like sports.

But he let it go.

After Ethan Collins's little flame went from burning wildly to gradually turning into a hot spring, Logan Hunter ended the K!ss that had become a little sticky.

But this person came over reluctantly and licked his lips, wanting to do it again.

"Fcuk, you're still licking..." The red-faced man pretended to be angry and threatened the other party, "You have to be responsible if you K!ss me, do you think it's a free service?!"

"Well." Ethan Collins's expression was calm, but his voice was cold and hoarse because of mortal desires. "Can you let me be responsible every day?"

Logan Hunter was speechless.

Even... a little moved.

"You wish." He pushed the man away, jumped off the box and turned his back, "It's time, I'll go first."

He had only taken two steps when his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled back. The person's lips, which were completely red from the K!ss, were imprinted on his neck like petals, but perhaps considering that he would have to be on camera later, no trace was left. But after leaving, he looked at him unwillingly, as if he was worrying about how to mark this person.

"Why are you pulling me? You arranged the play. Who said, 'Aren't all romance dramas like this?' Are you unhappy now? It's too late." Logan Hunter tilted his head and looked at the man in front of him, feeling secretly happy. "Don't be unhappy either. Just act the way you should. I'm an actor now. We can talk about other things after this scene is finished."

Ethan Collins's eyes flickered, he stared at him motionlessly, and said in a deep voice:

"Come on, I'll wait for you to get off work."

Logan Hunter gave him a sly smile, hooked his suit on his shoulder with one hand and strode away without looking back once, leaving Ethan Collins following behind him in the wind in his thin shirt.

...

Heavy rain and thunder, gloomy room.

The young man lowered his eyes, and transparent water drops kept falling on his brown T-shirt, which had been turned dark green by the rain. The wet man was reflected in his pure black eyes.

The man had two buttons on his collar open, revealing his deeply contoured collarbone. His brown eyes were a mixture of human affection and bestial desire, so intense that people dared not look directly into his eyes.

A bright white lightning suddenly cut through the darkness, illuminating the two people whose skin was touching.

The man held the young man's slightly pale face with one hand, and the young man gently stroked his fingers with his beautiful palm. During their eye contact, one could inexplicably see a certain unspoken sadness hidden behind the coquettishness.

Guoguo, who was staring at the monitor, was stunned for a moment, but the eyes of the male screenwriter next to him suddenly lit up.

The man leaned over, and at the moment when their lips were about to touch, the young man suddenly stepped back slightly subconsciously for some reason. Guoguo was about to shout "NG" but was stopped by the male screenwriter, who even made a "hush" sound.

This was obviously an unexpected situation during the filming. Without the director calling for a stop, the man who played An Xu reacted very calmly. His hand, which was originally holding the handle of the chair, firmly and forcefully inserted into the hair of his "lover" who was about to retreat, firmly grasping the initiative of this K!ss scene.

There were lightning and thunder, and the rain was pouring down.

Desire and reason blend into such a cold yet warm atmosphere, gradually advancing at the junction of light and darkness, until they reach a point where there is no way back, without any hesitation.

An Xu finally spoke his last lines.

"I am ready to spend my whole life with you, but I am also ready for you to leave at any time."

"But I found that I couldn't do it."

"I can't let you go, even in the thought of it."

The young man slightly raised his head in the dim light, with wet tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, merging with the water droplets falling from the ends of his hair, forming a glowing trace that accompanied his gentle breathing and turned into a choked response.

"Um..."

"Um!"

"Cut!" Guoguo shouted.

Due to the plot requirements, the two had already moved from the chairs to the bedside. After Sunny separated from Logan Hunter, he couldn't stop crying. It was not the kind that howled loudly, but the kind that kept shedding tears silently, with no expression on his face, which scared the people around him so much that they pulled tissues for him to wipe his tears.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Mai Sang. Don't be sad, little Sunny. We've finished filming. Why don't you take a group photo and use it for promotion later?" Guo Guo patted Sunny's back and comforted him gently, "Wipe your tears and go back to have a good rest for a few days."

Compared to the somewhat out-of-control Sunny, Logan Hunter was able to easily pull himself out of the emotion of the play this time. He even smiled when Xiaohu raised the camera. He looked handsome and cool, completely different from the calm and capable "An Xu" in the play.

After changing out of his wet and cold clothes, removing his makeup and drying his body, Logan Hunter refused the wrap-up banquet as usual and got into the business car with Ethan Collins, who was watching the whole process.

As soon as the car door closed, Logan Hunter immediately looked at the cold-faced man and asked:

"Brother Yang, is what you just said true?"

Ethan Collins: "?"

"I want to be responsible for that every day."

Ethan Collins: "Really."

He unbuckled his seatbelt at lightning speed, rode between the man's open legs, held his overly handsome face in his hands, and said with a grin through gritted teeth:

"Then you let me K!ss someone else???"

The blue eyes looked at him without blinking, and Ethan Collins said:

"I respect your work."

Seeing that this person really didn't seem to be angry, Logan Hunter became even more lawless, and even pretended to cry. He deliberately used his two powerful fists to weakly hit the shoulders and chest of the person in front of him, and cried at the top of his lungs:

"Wow, you don't care about me at all. I'm about to cry. I work so hard to support my family, but you still look so dead. You said you didn't want to do K!ssing scenes, but you still let me do it. Woohoo, you are so bad. I don't want to care about you anymore---"

The voice suddenly returned to normal, and the man with fox eyes put forward a condition:

"I will forgive you unless you praise my performance today."

"Is the play good?"

Ethan Collins, who had been tortured for half a day, raised his deep mixed-blood features and opened his thin lips slightly:

"Mai-san, aren't you playing me?"

Logan Hunter laughed out loud, stood up and sat back in his original seat:

"You figured it out. How about it? Do they look alike?"

Help this restless ADHD patient fasten his seat belt, Ethan Collins said:

"picture."

The sound suddenly lowered, and a unique and dangerous storm was brewing at such a close distance.

"Most similar when we K!ss."

"Well..."

The plunder of territory became the only remaining theme of this storm. The person who hugged the other's back tightly narrowed his eyes, and the light of "plan" flashed in his brown pupils.

---Humph, you are still angry.