Love On Asphalt

Episode 31

The phallus is still unable to withstand the emotional turmoil that dominates him. His lips were tightly clenched and slightly shook. Even Farrand who was now rubbing his big back meant to calm him down was ignored. And now, the silence crawled the situation of the two of them who were still in the car after driving Nadeen and Madhiaz home.

"Ling, are you still sad?" Ask Farrand. He tries to break the silence between the two of them. Actually he slightly cursed his mouth, the intention of the heart to comfort the lover, but what came out was only a trivial speech that was already known the answer.

"I still can't believe I just took my car off." Reply Linga. Farrand looked at her softly, a frustrated tone heard so clearly in Lingga's tone of speech. Even when he replied to Farrand, Lingga did not look at him at all.

"If your condition isn't stable, let me drive."

"No. I can still."

"Then we stop at the minimarket where you picked me up. It's open 24 hours. Besides, there's also a hot drink."

"No. I'll take you home. Eve's still cold outside and you're not strong cold, are you?"

"If that's what you want, stay the night! And I don't accept rejection from you, Ling."

Linga glanced at Farrand from the tail of her eyes. Stay said? Didn't he hear Farrand say that wrong? For him, staying at a woman's house is very, well, you know what I mean, right?

"Staying?" Tanya Lingga tried to make sure.

"Yes. My dad's not home."

Ckiiittt......

The phallus stepped on the brake pedal deeply when it heard Farrand say the word. Fortunately, the quiet atmosphere of the night made it safe to stop suddenly like this. Because if not, they could have made a riot by being the cause of a consecutive accident.

"Farrand, listen! I'm a man, and you're a woman."

"Yes. I-i know. I'm sure I'm a girl and you're a boy. Then?"

"Then you said?"

Farrand nodded. And Lingga only snorted a loud breath because he felt his lover was not sensitive at all. For what reason, he was trying to say that it was not unusual for two people of different sex who are not bound by marriage to sleep on one roof. But it just seems like this lover is completely insensitive to such affairs. Should he say something more frontal? Or straight to the point, is that it?

"If you mean we're all grown up. I know that, Ling. There's no need to grunt and curse me in the heart like that."

Damnit.

Linga forgets that her lover is good at reading her.

"I'm just worried about you, Ling. Your mood is in chaos right now. And it's not impossible if you don't focus on driving. You know, I just don't want my life to end tonight ." Farrand. In the heart of Lingga justified it, and now somehow guilt arose in his heart for thinking negatively about Farrand. I don't know, sometimes he feels that Farrand is very smart to carry himself. Well, although several times he was hit by the effects of his slightly absurd behavior anyway.

"alright. I'm going to come along. And I'll stay at your house." Farrand smiled faintly after hearing Lingga's words. He did not expect if Lingga would follow his invitation. And after that, he only had to think about how he behaved later when Lingga was staying at his house.

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After the two of them finished eating in the middle of the night, Farrand took Lingga to go to the balcony of his room which was upstairs. The two of them felt not sleepy at all, silent and struggling with each other's thoughts while staring at the star-studded night sky.

"I'm sorry, Ling. I should have just come there. Not you." Farrand broke the silence. He felt regretful, and now he could only lower his head while biting his lower lip.

"That's it. It's already happened. Anyway, if you come, I won't forgive myself if you get sick."

Grep....

Farrand lunged at Linga's body and hugged her tightly from behind. His head he rested the back of the field belonging to the Linga.

"That's it. I'm fine. After all, can't we just set the strategy up again and try to take back what they've taken?" The phallus tries to make his tone sound normal. He knew this woman was burdened with guilt. Even if it's further up, it's not Farrand's fault at all. This is due to Lingga's own fault.

"...."

"Really, Fa. I'm fine. I know you're crying. Stop crying, your crying can make my heart ache more and more and my guilt deepens because of it."

Farrand sobbed, he who was just crying in silence now started to let out his sobs.

Set...

The phallus took off Farrand's embrace and immediately turned to face him. He stared at Farrand, whose face was teary. Again his heart throbbed pain to see the condition of Farrand so crushed. And after that, he kissed Farrand's trembling lips to hold back his sobs.

Farrand's eyes are breaking, it's unexpected that Lingga will kiss him and************plan. His stuff was stifled, and his flowing tears now gave another taste to his kiss.

"It's okay if I lose my car. At least I didn't lose you, that's more than enough for me." Linga Whispers.

"...."

"Stop crying, your crying makes my heart feel sick." Further.

Farrand nodded softly, rubbing the tears flowing down his cheeks in a rough motion. The phallus that saw him immediately stopped Farrand's hand and replaced Farrand's hand with his. He rubbed Farrand's soft, tear-soaked cheeks, looked into his eyes slowly, and then dipped his forehead.

"We're both here. You're not afraid of me, Fa?"

Farrand shook his head slowly.

"I could have attacked you right now. And we can share the warmth on your soft bed." Linga Whispers.

"...." - ".Farrand remained silent. He can now only stare at the dark bead belonging to the Lingga which is now glittering sharply.

Looking at Farrand who could only be silent, Lingga felt anxious. He then carried Farrand's body and brought him inside. And after that, he laid down Farrand's body in a bed not far from him. With a quick movement the Linga rose, supported Farrand's supine body and looked at him with a difficult view.

"Why are you quiet, Fa? Are you gonna turn yourself in to me?"

Farrand did not answer, he put his hand on his neck and poked his lips. Making Linga desperately resist the turmoil in her who wanted to be released.

Cup.

The phallus let go of their kisses violently. Luckily, common sense still accompanies him to this day. Because if not, he was sure his hands must have wandered to and fro to remove the clothes attached to his body.

"You don't want me, Ling?" Farrand said. The phallus was still silent, but it turned out that he was secretly gulping his saliva.

"It's not. It's just, not tonight." A raucous tone came out from the red lips of the phallus. Farrand was irritated, he pushed the chest of the lingga field that still contained it and turned things around. And now, his position is above the body of the Lingga that is stretched because it is rolling due to the encouragement of Farrand.

"I want you, Ling." Farrand's Whisperers. He spoke in a dreary tone right next to the ear of the phallus. The body of the phallus feels weak. It was like he was losing his strength at the moment. And in an instant, his body twitched as he felt Farrand slamming his neck.

"I hope you don't regret what you said, Ru. Because after this I won't be able to be stopped." Without further ado, Lingga immediately turned the situation upside down and directly hit Farrand with his savage kiss.

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"Cranium...."

"Fallus...."

Lingga's eyes blinked slowly when he felt that someone was disturbing his deep sleep. His eyes felt glare, the sunlight that hit him inevitably made him have to familiarize his eyes with the light around him.

"You fell asleep really fast. Because I was afraid we were late, so I decided to wake you up. Come, hurry. Anyway you still have to stop by your apartment and change clothes, right?"

The phallus tried to sit down even though he felt if his body was still weak. He blinked slowly, in front of him now stood the figure of Farrand who had been neat with his uniform.

"Food is ready. And I'll wait in the dining room." A sweet smile perched on Farrand's lips. The phallus was stunned, his face seemed to heat up as he recalled the incident last night.

Wait, hold,

Last night's incident?

As if realized, Lingga immediately checked the condition of his body. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt that he was still wearing his full outfit. Looking at the phallus, Farrand smiled and turned and walked out of the room.

Arriving at the door of the room, Farrand stopped and turned his head towards Lingga, "Oh yes, get ready immediately. Let me take care of the rest." Farrand.

Blush..

The red hue runs across the face of the Lingga. He exposed his blanket violently and his heart was racing when he realized the pants he was wearing looked wet. Farrand giggled amusedly. Then he stepped back and walked into the kitchen.

Lingga circulated his gaze to the corner of the room he occupied. His mind was still unable to process the events that ringing in his eyes from earlier. He remembers for sure if he did it in Farrand's room. Why is the room different? Could it?

Aarrrgggghhh...

The phallus shuffled its dark mane in frustration because it had become aware of what was happening. Now he is ashamed. Shame because on his first night staying at his girlfriend's house, he dreamed of 'it' and ended up dirtying one of the beds in the house.

"Why should I dream like that while I'm staying at his house? It's mortifying. He should have behaved like that." Linga Whispers.

"Eh. Does he know? Huaaaaa" Lingga rolled over and became increasingly frustrated as she was caught off guard by her lover. His face turned red, he growled in annoyance and immediately ran towards the bathroom to cool his head.

After taking a bath, he found the bed that was originally messy was now neat, with a clean bedcover and a set of clothes neatly folded over it. He frowned again, could it be that Farrand had replaced it? If so, doesn't that mean Farrand saw his dream last night scattered there?

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"Sit, Ling. Don't just stand there."

Linga nodded slowly and immediately took the place opposite to where Farrand was sitting. His face is still red. And now his tongue seems to be confused to say because his shame still dominates him.

"Come, we'll have to hurry if we don't want to be late."

Again the Lingga could only nod obediently.

"Don't think too much, Ling. I can still wash it."

"Sorry." Linga said with a possible concubine tone.

Farrand giggled amusedly, he did not expect the Linga would look that sorry.

"That's it. I feel uncomfortable if you keep apologizing to me."

Want to not want, Lingga can only obey. He nodded, and then had breakfast without a word until they left for school.

Ah, like a husband caught cheating.

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"So, what do you two want to say?" Farrand asked in a lazy tone. How not? Ava who was at school was so passionate and excited to say if there was someone who wanted to meet him after school. And now, here they are. Farrand, Ava, Samuel - the person referred to by Ava-and Lingga-a possessive boyfriend who fears his girlfriend at nothing by Ava - gathers at a cafe while sipping warm drinks and some light snacks.

"Actually only Samuel wanted to say something. I was just with him." said Ava.

The phallus looked at Samuel with a probing glance. He wondered, why did Samuel who had just defeated him now sit in front of him with the intention and purpose of wanting to meet and talk with his lover? Does he want to challenge Farrand? If so, then he should be vigilant from now on.

"Actually I'd like to ask you a few things about your brother." Samuel.

"Sister?" Farrand frowned in wonder. How could Samuel ask him a brother? He was an only child and the only one owned by his father and mother. Is this the young man in front of her?

"Yes. The same haired man you drove an NSX that night."

Farrand frowned, and so did the Linga. The man sitting next to him turned towards Farrand with a look for answers, but Farrand only looked back at him as if he was taking care of him. Ah, lovers are so, without saying a word they can dive into each other's intentions.

"On what basis did you conclude he was my brother? And why don't you just go see him?" A calm and relaxed tone came out of Farrand's words, he wanted to know, actually, where did this young man misunderstand what happened?

"Actually my story will be a little long to tell."  Samuel.

"I'll listen." cut Farrand.

Samuel sighed softly, trying to find the right word to describe the beginning of his meeting until he ended up here facing Farrand.

"Before I had the race with your lover," Samuel paused and glanced at Lingga, "I was overtaken by the man on the mountain path in a red NSX in the middle of the night. After I followed, I found him coming out of the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain and just darting away."

Farrand tried to remember that time, is it possible that at midnight he had a fever and his father went out to buy medicine? if so, that's probably what Samuel meant. And it seems that Samuel had mistaken.

"I originally thought he was a little older than me, but I've been looking for some info and instead got you sitting in front of me. You know, I was thinking that the guy I met was named Farrand Ainsley. But it wasn't yes. If you look at your physique, you must be brothers, right?"

fffttttt.

As much as possible Lingga held his laughter. He wanted to laugh at Samuel, but he said it when he found a sharp plot from Farrand and a strong squeeze in his hand.

"Auto, Samuel. Then what do you want to do now? Do you want me to meet my 'brother'?" Half-dead Farrand held a twitch on his lips as a result of holding back a laugh. But his ignorant heart that felt he still wanted to play around for a while made him feel he had to cover it up and try to 'play' as best as possible.

"No need. I just wanted to present my challenge to him. I'll be waiting for him down Falenca's hill two days after Christmas. And I hope he comes and fights me using his NSX."

"And if it doesn't come?"

"I just wish he'd come. Because if he can win from me, he can take whichever car he likes."

"really?" As soon as he heard he could pick up the car he liked, Farrand's eyes lit up brightly. He felt he had the opportunity to take back the Lingga car and hoped to make Lingga happy.

"Yes. I'm not gonna break a promise I made."

"alright. Wait there at 9 p.m. I'll make him come. But whatever the decision, I hope you don't expect too much. Also, can I have your phone number? Well, to call you if there's a change."

Samuel nodded, while Lingga and Ava who had just been able to quietly listen now sighed, feeling tired with their thoughts. Ava who was caught off guard with Samuel who liked the challenge, and Lingga who was caught off guard with Farrand's attitude who sometimes liked to do mischief. But let it be, he will follow what his lover will do. And also he wanted to see how far Farrand wanted to judge Samuel.

tbc