Love On Asphalt

Episode 39's

After bringing Lingga to his house, Farrand immediately swept him into his room. There was no other choice for him, the guest room was still dirty because he had not cleaned, and to use his father's room, he did not want to. He did not want to see the scent of Lingga smelled by his father's sensitive nose and ended with the father's anger for allowing Lingga to stay unattended.

After making sure Lingga fell asleep quietly, he went to replace his car with the motor sport the father had used. The night was late, and he was sure that the streets were very quiet. He doesn't care if his stomach is hungry because he hasn't eaten dinner at all. But let it be, he won't bother about it. He could have dinner after his job to drive the car to his cage.

It didn't take long, Farrand had returned to his home and sighed in relief when he saw that Lingga had fallen asleep. He was calm to see the look of the face, the look of the face of Lingga that implies his comfort but there are also some sweat grains. Farrand did not know why, because the temperature in his room was quite normal. Is it less cold or has a fever?

Satisfied looking at the peaceful face of the Linga, he rushed to the dining table and began to warm some already-cooled food. He ate in silence and kept the rest in the refrigerator because the rest was still too much and dear to throw away. He could not eat more as usual, the conditions of time that had dissolved made him only able to eat a little. Not because of diet or anything, he just wasn't used to eating late at night.

The incident a few hours ago which he thought was very short it turned out to make him continue to think and can not sleep. In his head is still imagined how tortured Lingga and how the face of shock when he saw Farrand wearing the car. He sighed softly, walked slowly and took a seat beside his bed which now occupied Lingga.

"Pha-Farrand...."Whisper of the phallus in his sleep. Farrand frowned, whether Lingga was delirious or something. That whisper could be heard by both ears.

"I'm here." Reply Farrand. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the weakly drooping left hand of the Linga by his side.

The Linga's eyes slowly opened and displayed her pair of dark eyes. He turned to the corner of the room, and his eyes stopped when he found Farrand on the side of the bed he was in.

"Where am I?" Sluggishly.

"In my room. I can't take you to the apartment 'cause I'm gonna have enough trouble getting you in. You know if your apartment's upstairs?."

Lingga nodded in understanding, slowly he tried to get up and swiftly, Farrand helped him until the position of Lingga became sitting and leaning on the bed rest.

"You still feel dizzy?" Ask Farrand. Linga nodded slowly. To be honest he not only felt dizzy, but also felt hungry because after all he did not eat dinner. He wanted to say that to Farrand, but an ego like banning him.

"Do you want to make warm milk?"

Linga nodded.

He was happy because Farrand had so much understanding to offer him what he wanted. It's okay if he's hungry, maybe a glass of milk can prop up his empty stomach.

"Wait a minute, I'll make it for you."

Linga nodded again. After Farrand's departure he circulated the view back and traced every inch of Farrand's room. There are not many photos there, only a photo of Farrand and another photo of his family when it is still complete. There Farrand looks adorable, he guessed maybe when the photo was taken Farrand has not reached 6 years old.

After being satisfied to see Farrand's photo, his eyes rolled on the clock on the wall. There shows the time at 1 am. It's only natural if the atmosphere feels so quiet and gripping.

Ccleks...

The door opened and displayed the figure of Farrand walking with a tray in his hand. Lingga's lips smiled faintly when he saw a smile also perched on Farrand's lips.

"I brought you some cookies too. I don't think it's good to drink a glass of warm milk without a snack." Farrand.

"No problem. Thank you for taking care of me, Fa."

"What are you talking about, Ling. I should have taken care of you. In any case I'm contributing to your poor condition right now."

Linga.

"If I had just followed Ava's request, he certainly wouldn't have targeted you as a sandra to lure me in." Connect Farrand.

"No. It's not entirely your fault. I'm too weak to be able to dwell when those two people do something to me."

"By the way about it, Ava told me she gave you viagra. Really it?"

"Where to...."

"I know because I had a video call with him and saw you in a condition that I didn't think was good."

Linga stopped eating her snack and drank her milk until the toilet half, "I don't know. All I remember is that after Ava and the two men arrived, she injected me with some kind of medicine and after that I lost consciousness little by little. After that my body was hot, my head was light and....."

"And....?" Stalled speech from Lingga made Farrand feel curious about the continuation.

"I feel my bottom throbbing pain. You know, I mean..."

"I understand. But how are you doing for now?" Farrand immediately cut off Lingga's speech and diverted the conversation with another discussion.

"It's better. But it still feels dizzy even though it's not as painful."

"Would I get you a headache reliever?"

The phallus shook its head, "It will go away on its own." Her speech.

"Isn't it a problem?"

The phallus is back to shake.

"The milk spent, huh? If I'm hungry, I can warm up some food for you."

"Where are you going?"

"I want to take a shower. Wanna come?" A prickly grin appeared on Farrand's face. The phallus that saw the grin somehow also wanted to prank Farrand.

"Can. I can rub your back later."

Blushh...

Farrand's face flushed perfectly, he did not expect that Lingga would respond to his joke. He was thinking maybe Linga will blush embarrassed and end up with a reddened face. But the delusion is only a delusion, in fact Lingga can reverse the situation and end up blushing embarrassed.

"Stupid." His whisper.

"Who do you call stupid? Didn't you just take me? I just accepted your offer."

Farrand bent his lips and turned to leave Lingga still sitting on his bed.

"Save the milk and the snack. If I'm done showering hasn't ended yet, I'll force it into your mouth."

Glupes.

The phallus creeps when it hears the horror-tone speech from Farrand. He chose to obey, after all he was hungry. So he spent the meal voluntarily.

Honestly, the Linga is still not fully healthy. The effects of the drug injected into her have not gone away even though Ava says she has given her antidote. His head felt dizzy, and somehow his bottom now felt pulsating again.

Trying to shift the pain, Lingga tried to recall what he had experienced earlier. His eyes were glued and his memory was fixed by the time Farrand finished the race. He must not have remembered wrongly, and he was sure also of his view at that time even though he was not in full consciousness. That was when Farrand got out of the car he was looking for. Could it? If the person who had been looking for Lingga was actually nearby?

Trying to remember further, he was convinced by the posture, the posture of the person who helped him matched that of Uncle Arasya. And... yeah! Linga remember! The person who helped her also had an iris and her body posture. Damnit damnit! Why is he only realizing it now? If at that time was Arasya's uncle, it was not impossible if Farrand had great abilities as a racer and navigator. The recollections of Farrand now shake lightly in his mind. He remembers now, Farrand once said that he often accompanied his father to drive. Is it possible that he was invited to participate in the race as well? If so, it certainly makes sense for all of Farrand's capabilities behind the wheel that he thinks are amazing.

Sreeekk..

The sliding bathroom door opened and featured Farrand wearing full clothes. No ordinary clothes Lingga see. There, Farrand looks charming in his short-sleeved sleeping pajamas and blue trousers. Her long hair decomposes and makes her look even more seductive with drops of water flowing and falling from the ends. Seeing that, the heat in the body of the Linga rose again.

Trying to eliminate it or at least reduce it, Lingga turned and took a position to turn his back on Farrand. Farrand did not bother, he even casually sat at the dressing table and dried his wet hair with a hairdryer. He was quite satisfied when he saw Lingga had finished the snack he brought earlier.

"Ling, are you sleeping?" Ask Farrand. He who sees the Lingga still has his back is powerless to hold back the question that baffles him.

"Not yet." Answer Linga. He only answered briefly, and Farrand who saw it could only frown in wonder.

Lingga wanted to protest at Farrand's orders, but he paused when Farrand slapped his back. To hell with his increased libidos, this time he would use the opportunity to extract information from Farrand. And for that, he turned back and took a position like that.

"Farrand.." call Lingga.

"Hm?"

"May I ask you something?"

"Ask what?"

The phallus wanted to ask about it immediately, but what happened was completely unexpected. His tongue was too faint to just let out the question he had just compiled.

"Ling, can I sit and lean next to you?" Pinta Farrand's. The phallus gulps with nervousness. His libido had not been fully suppressed but Farrand asked to sit nearby. What kind of experiment is this? Did Farrand deliberately intend to tease her?

Unable to resist, Lingga could only nod his head. Farrand inched closer to him and took his place just to the left of the Linga.

"I don't know how Ling should be, but this is the first time anyone has accompanied me in bed like this other than my father."

Farrand began his conversation, and Lingga who had been full of thoughts had now only been able to stand still and try to listen.

"I think it's still a dream. About you who turned out to have been engaged to me, about our parents who had originally intended to unite us, and about something else that had brought us together."

"...."

"I'm sorry if I've hidden a fact from you, Ling. But believe it. I did it because I had no other choice."

"What facts, Fa?"

"I know this sounds sudden. But I want to admit one thing I accidentally hid from you. Please, don't hate me after this."

"Tell me. And I want to hear that from you."

"My father, the man you've been looking for, Ling. I'm sure you remember the car I used earlier even though it's a faint memory."

Degs....

The heart of the phallus beats faster as Farrand admits it. But he was relieved, at least he did not need to ask again later.

"Why are you hiding this from me, Fa? You know I've been looking for her for a long time, right?"

"I know, Ling. But you forbid me to say this to just anyone."

"Why? You know, I'm almost crazy looking for her. And it turns out that the person I was looking for was close to me."

"I'm sorry. I have good reason to hide it. And to me, too, father did not tell him. I was just told I'd keep these meetings."

"...." - ".Linga speechless. He wanted to urge Farrand to say it, but he said it because he felt there was not the slightest lie in Farrand's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ling. I was in the car when Dad helped you. I saw you, but I decided to go to bed and not get out of Dad's car because I didn't want anyone to recognize me."

"Tell me, were you the one I saw at the top of the hill at the race that day? When Dion was racing for the last time, which I was after and I stopped?"

Farrand nodded slowly, "You know that my father was in the hospital, right? I was forced to race to get a prize that I could certainly use to pay for the hospital fees. I can't use a Dhiaz. So I decided to use dad's car, of course, with his identity."

Linga nodded. He understood why Farrand did it, but he still did not understand why Farrand's father hid his identity.

"Then, what about Ava? He owns the same car and says he beat the driver."

"For that explanation, do you know the driver who hurt us? Which got you and me in the hospital?" The phallus frowned at Farrand's question, but afterwards he nodded weakly.

"Maybe he's the one Ava beat. My father never took up the challenge and never raced again sometime after meeting you."

"So who is he?"

"Dad once told me that he was a rival father in fighting over my mother's love. He still has a grudge against dad so intent on destroying his image."

"But why was he lost after that as if he had been swallowed by the earth?"

"Dad has met him and spoken to him. He also met me, said his apology and said he wouldn't do that again."

"Fa, is that guy's car Ava was in?"

Farrand nodded and Lingga let out a small sigh. He had expected it, but his heart denied it and still thought that the car Ava was wearing was the car he had been looking for all this time.

"That's it. I'm grateful that at least the person I'm looking for has been found and I've been around him. I'm also grateful that he turned out to be the one with me. I felt like a fool, why didn't I realize that the posture I met at the top was the same as yours? If I had realized it early, I wouldn't have been this big."

"I'm sorry, Ling."

"It's the Fa, I've forgiven him."

The sound of the phallus swallowed over time. Beside him, Farrand could feel a heavy Linga breath. He turned his head, and how surprised he was when he found the face of a reddened Lingga with a few sweatpants falling from his temple. Linga gasped, and Farrand felt the grip of Lingga's hand tighten.

"Ling, what's wrong with you?"

"I... I....."

"I'll get you a compress."

Farrand moved out of place but quickly Linga held her hand. He shook his head, his eyes closed and it made Farrand undo his intention to take a compress for Linga.

"I ... don't know if .. the effect of the drug is back."

Farrand's face turned horror, he knew the meaning of Lingga's speech. He slowly removed the handrails of the phallus. He was worried, he wanted to find an antidote but was too afraid to go out for the night. Besides, he also did not know what medicine Ava had given to Lingga. Sebersit idea came up, quickly he took his phone and dialed Ava number. He had to ask for it from Ava, and Ava had to give it whatever happened.

"Shit!" Farrand. He slammed his phone when he heard a voice saying Ava's number was off. Luckily the dings were slow, so the phone was still fine after it was slammed.

Farrand sat on the edge of the bed and scratched his hair roughly. Behind him, Lingga Breath is seen hunting and he is sure, the Linga is desperately holding back his desire.

As if back to mind, Farrand went up and walked towards his dresser. He pulled one of the small drawers there and picked up the thing he remembered. His breathing hunts, he schematizes it and runs out as if looking for something.

Lingga sighed resignedly when he saw Farrand coming out of his room, his body felt tormented, but he also did not want to blame Farrand. He'll understand if this time Farrand tries to run from him so that Farrand does not become his victim. With a heavy head, he got up. Although staggered he should be able to reach the bathroom. He needs to get it out at all costs. And he believes that this is the best way even though he will be tormented.

"Cran."

Linga turned her head towards the door and found Farrand looking at her with a clear anxious look. His breath was seen hunting, and after that Farrand pulled Lingga's hand and threw him on the bed. With the Linga position under the Farrand confinement, Farrand******coarse Lingga lips. The powerful instincts of the Linga that were out of his control were churning strongly. He retaliated and turned things around until Farrand was below him without taking off their advance.

Because of the need for oxygen supply they end their activities. Lingga's eyes flashed with emotion and looked at Farrand's eyes that had turned sober.

"Farrand, sorry. But I can't stop." Lingga

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