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 ridiculing him,

with him and Celine, he felt

stay by his woman's side and didn't touch her all these

was not as playful as the other men. Anyone that knew him well enough, knew how

the people in the circle had been casually discussing that Jack might have found another to satisfy his needs. Perhaps that was the reason he never

Their lives were intertwined like

activities Jack liked to play, and

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

this kind of thing should be kept between the two of them, but Celine showed it off like a

at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, Jack tossed and turned

Michael's question. The

do or say to console his friend. He tried to open his mouth to say something but had trouble letting his voice out. Instead, he tapped Jack's shoulder and gave

way he could

you sighing about?" said

were more serious this time. "Is there anything special about Celine?"

has made it clear time and time again that there

Michael murmured, "In fact, I think Rachel is

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

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 know, actually she's very

never knew you were so attracted to her," said

completely oblivious to his friend's plight. "Of course I am! You know

women, he would not stop

with women. It's true that you and I don't have the same taste

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

up. "Drive me home, you idiot," he

There was a bruise above his left eye and his face

"I didn't even insult

later, Michael. I don't want to hear it," Jack replied. He wasn't angry

blood vessels pulsating. "Get up! I don't want

realized how angry his friend was, but couldn't quite figure out what had set him off. He barely said anything that could have

he had said, and tried to remember everything as accurately as he could. Was it because of Rachel? Michael

Jack. "Celine definitely