Stuck in you

Michael laughed sarcastically at Jack. It was impossible for him to believe Jack hadn't had sex for many years. The two of them grew up together. It would be more convincing for Michael if Jack had been castrated than the thought that he hadn't had sex for years.

Of course, he wouldn't say that. It would be mighty offensive to Jack. Michael shrank when Jack glared at him. He immediately removed his hand from Jack's shoulder.

"Hey, man, if you're having problems, you can tell me," said Michael. "Trust me, it will be just between us."

Jack probably had a reason. Michael knew him well enough to know that there was something bothering him. Perhaps Jack was too embarrassed to admit it. Maybe he was having problems sealing the deal. By the tone of Michael's question, Jack understood what he meant. He was gradually becoming annoyed at Michael's persistence.

Michael ignored the fact that he was annoying his friend and continued talking. Jack slowly raised his bruised left hand and clenched it into a fist in front of him. He raised his eyebrows at Michael. "What sort of problem do you even think I have, huh?"

When he saw Jack's clenched fist, Michael stopped talking. No matter how sincere he was, Jack might've thought it was an insult. Michael gave Jack a dry smile. "Look, bro, I just wanted to know if there was something holding you back." Michael patted Jack's back. "You can tell me My doors are always open."

Jack sneered at Michael. "Can you really do something to help me with that sort of problem, Michael?" Jack's voice was gradually becoming angrier and louder.

Michael's face turned pale.

They were bonded as brothers. But they had already been of age when they saw each other naked. Did Jack really ask him to do that...with him?

No matter how close they were as friends, it would be so weird if they touched each other's crotches. Michael couldn't bear to imagine that sort of scene. It was horrifying!

He almost threw up in his mouth just by thinking about it.

Michael was driven to nervous laughter. He stepped away from Jack a little bit and smiled sheepishly at him. "Dude, we need to get you a girl. I'm going to help you find one, yeah?" said Michael.

"You're the one who told me I can ask for your help, and that you'd do anything for me," Jack snorted.

Michael almost choked on his own saliva. "Jack, listen. You're my friend. My best friend, even. But I don't swing that way, bro! Don't ask your best friend to stroke your thing, that's just all sorts of wrong!"

He leaned forward and put the beer on the table. Michael chuckled after a few moments of silence. "So...you really haven't?"

Jack leaned back on the sofa. "Haven't what?"

"Had sex with a woman." Michael crossed his arms. "I don't believe it."

Jack chose not to answer his question. Instead he thought of how Celine did not respect his privacy and ended up telling the others.

Obviously, Jack was angrier at Celine than he was annoyed at Michael.

his back and

familiar with him and Celine, he felt their judging

stay by

as the other men. Anyone that knew him well enough, knew how picky he was

circle had been casually discussing that Jack might have found another to satisfy his needs. Perhaps that was the reason

under the covers. Their lives were intertwined like roots and branches of trees. They didn't need to look too far

knew what kind of activities Jack liked to play, and who

herself. Having the president of MK Group under her control might have been one of her greatest

but Celine showed it off like a

on the ceiling, Jack tossed and turned the beer bottle in his

question. The answer was written

what he would do or say to console his friend. He tried to open his mouth to say something but had trouble

the only way he could

sighing about?"

at Jack. His eyes were more serious this time. "Is there anything special about Celine?" he asked. "There are hundreds of beautiful women

saying it out loud but he has made it clear time and time again that there was really nothing special about Celine. He just

"In fact, I think Rachel is more

he heard that. "What do you mean, she's attractive?" There was a

the tone of his friend's voice. "Look, Rachel looks so much better than Celine. But I do admit she's a little sharp-tongued for my taste. You

so attracted

completely oblivious to his friend's plight. "Of course I am! You know how sharp my eyes are," Michael

to women,

brag, Jack, but I have a lot of experience with women. It's true that you and I don't have the same taste as women. I mean, come on!

figure, Rachel is just superior. I really don't get why you like Celine more than Rachel." Jack began to give Michael a beating. Michael managed to escape Jack by pushing him away. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jack?" Michael shouted. "Have you lost

up. "Drive me

a grin. There was a bruise above his left eye

Jack just gave him the beating. "I didn't even insult Celine or

hear it," Jack replied. He

his blood vessels pulsating. "Get up! I don't want to hear your explanation. Drive

figure out what had set him off. He barely said anything that could have upset

accurately as he

sighed and followed Jack. "Celine definitely knows how to manipulate you,