Like the 70's rock

In one of the corners of the extremely organized environment, a state-of-the-art speaker, connected to the bluetooth of its owner's smartphone, sang the combination of notes from Angus Young's distorted electric guitar, in one of AC/DC's many classics. In total harmony with its melody, the friction of two bodies generated the heat that made the air in the room feel heavy. Xue Yang clutched the fabric of the sheet between his fingers, his body swaying as Song Lan thrusts against him, his legs tired of keeping pace. Lan kept one hand resting on the mattress while the other held firmly the strands of hair on the other, who was almost entirely lying on his stomach, due to the taller's weight on him. When he was hit in his sensitive spot by who knows what time, Xue Yang grabbed Song Lan's arm, which was firmly beside his head, biting him as he felt all the ecstasy of c*m make his body tremble.  Song Lan held Xue Yang's hips firmly, putting more force and speed into the thrusts in order to reach his own orgasm, which didn't take long to happen. Tired of the physical exertion, he let his body hang over Xue Yang's, crushing him against the mattress. The latter, equally tired, accepted the most intimate contact for a few minutes, where Lan was still inside himself and, even if unintentionally, hugged him with his whole body. When the breathing returned to normal and the bodies began to cool down, Song Lan pulled out of Xue Yang completely, removed the condom, knotting it, and threw it on the floor beside the bed. He reached for his cell phone on the nightstand, causing the box to go down while AC/DC was still ringing. It was his favorite band. Yang shifted on the bed, sitting on the edge. He lowered his torso to reach for his dress pants, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. From inside it, he also took the lighter and lit a cigarette, immediately bringing it to his mouth and inhaling slowly. Song Lan, who, sprawled on his bed, was checking some messages on his cell phone, soon complained: —I told you not to smoke in here. Xue Yang half-smiled, cynical. —Is that so? - If you want to poison yourself, the problem is uniquely and exclusively yours. The older one got up, walked around the bed until they were facing each other. He snatched the cigarette from her hand and threw it out the window. — But go poison yourself somewhere else, not inside my house. Xue Yang chuckled. Still seated, he looked at Song Lan, who remained naked. He flashed one of his best smiles, naughty, teasing and downright annoying. - What a male, Zichen. That way you make me hard again. Song Lan rolled his eyes, trying to ignore that wanton expression.  he went looking for his underwear, finding it rolled up in the middle of the sheet. After dressing her, he began to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor. He hated mess. Xue Yang, in turn, went back to bed. He was tired and a little sore. It was much simpler when the roles reversed and he was the asset, but he couldn't be happy one hundred percent of the time. Song Lan liked to eat him too, and sometimes arguing with him could be a pain in the ass. He leaned his back against one of the huge useless pillows, which served only as an ornament. Impossible to sleep with such a thing under your head, he thought.  Absently, he found himself watching Song Lan, who was pacing the room, putting things in place, erasing the traces of their earlier act. The truth was, they hated each other. It was ridiculous, Xue Yang thought. They worked together in a large Chinese construction company - the Koi Tower. Xue Yang managed the commercial area, was an extremely ambitious manager and couldn't be bothered to step on a head or two if it was to achieve his goals and make a few more zeros. In turn, Song Lan was a civil engineer extremely dedicated to the profession and ethics. He was a boring guy, in the youngest's opinion. Despite being very different, they were both exceptionally competent in their fields, which made them grow within the company, which was run with an iron fist by Jin GuangShan. Old Jin liked money more than his own family, which made him feel special affection for Xue Yang, who was his most valued employee. In the case of Lan, he managed to conquer the good side of the old man, because, due to his perfectionism, absolutely all his big clients wanted him as an engineer responsible for their works. Song Lan had made a name for himself in the area and ended up becoming as valuable to Koi Tower as the manager of the Commercial. Forced to constantly work together, they both lived at war in the Koi Tower when they weren't in. ro of a meeting room with a client. Moreover, there were hours and hours of provocation, mainly on the part of Xue Yang, who always knew about Song Lan's disdain for his person. It was because of this fact that Yang started to sing his colleague. After all, such perfect Song Lan could never — ever! — getting involved by someone so unscrupulous. The stalemate happened when, on any given day, alcohol entered and desire left. And they found that they hated each other at the same rate that s****l chemistry worked harmoniously. The s*x between them was just sensational. And, what was supposed to have been just a post-party mistake, dragged on for nearly four months. Outside the bedroom, the disaffection remained. Between four walls, there were no rules. They were just two guys driven by instinct and satisfaction. Xue Yang continued to watch Song Lan, who finished leaving her clothes — folded — on a chair and went back to bed, lying down beside her. The engineer picked up his cell phone again, going back to reading his emails. They would have a meeting the next day with the architect of a project they were trying to close, and if he was well aware of the manager's wit at his side, he was sure the deal would be closed. "I don't remember ever seeing the name of this architect..." he muttered, reading the contents of the documents, which his intern sent him. — Xiao XingChen? - Very minimalist. he said as he flipped through the project preview pages. Normally, his construction company participated in the projects from the beginning. In that case; however, the Koi Tower was parachuting into an almost chaotic situation. The venture even made news, as a lot of people were fired and sued in the middle of the whole scheme. Song Lan, who didn't stick to those details, didn't even know what was going on; as opposed to Xue Yang, who, if he was a fool, was even aware of the names of the grandparents of those involved. It was even his fault that they were involved in it, since Xue Yang himself convinced Jin GuangShan to try to take over the work and make a few million. Song Lan snorted, it was more work for you. It was a pain to get a finished project from another engineer, he would have to review everything if the deal was really closed. - Good for you, the more minimalist the guy, the less work. Song Lan quirked an eyebrow, glancing sideways at Xue Yang. —Where did you get that from? —Uh, less detail, less math. Simple logic. The engineer rolled his eyes.  Xue Yang was a smart guy for some things, but totally ignorant for others.     The manager shrugged, reaching for his cell phone on the nightstand on his side of the bed, checking the time. Almost eleven twenty at night. He looked at Song Lan again, out of the corner of his eye. His shoulders barely touched, but you could feel that sticky, sweaty-skin feeling he was cooling down. Nor did it seem that, while the sun was giving the air of its grace in the sky, they hated each other. In fact, they looked like a couple. Disgusting.     - I'm going to take a shower and go home. "He said, shaking his head, to ward off that kind of disturbing thinking.     I would rather break your little finger than enter into a relationship with Song Lan.     — Okay. — The other didn't look away from his cell phone to answer him.     Xue Yang went to the master bathroom, which was all in black, with the exception of the sink tub, some tiles and few other details. Song Lan had that bizarre preference for dark colors, which made her believe he was emo in his teens.    & nbsp; he laughed at the image that formed in his head, of the very aligned Song with fringe licked to the side and eyeliner.   The bathroom, in addition to being black, was clean. Extremely clean. He was sure that if he licked the floor, the bacteria on his tongue would be extinguished. The only thing out of place in the perfectly lined room was a green towel hanging haphazardly in the shower stall. The same one he, Xue Yang, had used the day before.     He ran his hand over his face, wanting to slap himself. That simple washcloth indicated the undeniable: he was frequenting this place too much for his own taste. Before long he would have a shirt left by the engineer's wardrobe, a mug of his own, or a pair of socks. The urge to slap himself increased.  He would rather break every finger than get into a relationship with that perfectionist daddy's son. Song Lan was just a hot f**k at the end of the day. That was it. Repeating the "Song Lan is just a f**k" mantra, Xue Yang turned on the shower and ducked under the cold water. .