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Apparently one pizza wasn't enough, and apparently, none of the alcohol that I'd bought was good enough because Jackson arrived with a backpack full of fine alcohol. The top shelf shit I only drank when my dad or my boss paid for it.

"You're a high-earning mechanical engineer man, why do you drink such watered-down shit?" he said, bursting his way into my house and unloading his goods all over the counter. I closed the door behind him and stood by the fridge, with my arms folded.

"It's not shit, and it's not watered-down. In fact, it's good-quality Australian wine!" I stated matter-of-factly.

"Might as well enjoy your cash before your ex-wife drains your bank account." He paused, looking around for my glass, and went over to the coffee table in the lounge area to retrieve it the nearest in sight. "If there's one piece of advice I can give you, it's that women only get dirty after they leave you."

I laughed.

"My wife promised me filth!" he exclaimed as he filled my wine glass with his wine, which I noted was also an Australian wine, but I said nothing. He passed me my glass, and looked around for his. I quickly moved to the cabinet where wine glasses were and picked one out for him, after a quick inspection to ensure it was clean.

"They say they're bisexual, nibble on your ears and let you butt-fuck them, give amazing head like those girls in porn while you watch group-sex porn, then the minute that ring's on their finger, bam!" His palm hit the counter with a huge bang. Everything rattled.

His eyes slowly turned to me, and the sudden silence after his outburst was unnerving.

As though to punctuate his story, he said in a much lower voice -- not quite a whisper, "they're only into missionary, no back-door policy, no head, girls?" he gave me a wild-eyed crazy look, "why the fuck would I want to eat pussy honey?" as though imitating a woman.

I laughed.

"See the point I'm making?"

I nodded, but couldn't help myself. "Hello Jackson, nice to see you again."

He laughed. "Come here you big softie!" and took two steps forward and pulled me into a bear-hug.

It felt so good I almost cried.

We moved to the sofa instead, and Jackson picked up my neglected pizza and started eating it.

"This isn't the best pizza; you know that don't you?" he started. "The best pizza is..."

"...Mario and Pepe's, I know..." I cut him off.

He laughed. "Then why the fuck?"

I shrugged. "Mario and Pepe's is where..." I looked around.

His eyes widened and he nodded. "Ahhhh. I see."

We drank, and we talked. He ordered Mario and Pepe's from his app while I wasn't looking, and I didn't realise until they were at my door with pizza in hand, and asking for cash.

"What?" I looked over to Jackson who shrugged.

"Don't look at me," he said looking innocently, "I got the wine. Least you can do is pay for the pizza."

"You ordered pizza on your app and told them I'd pay in cash?" I stared in disbelief.

He shrugged again as though I was the one who was nuts.

The delivery girl at the door watched the interaction with interest, while holding the boxes in her hands. She seemed more amused than annoyed.

"You gonna let the better-quality pizza go cold?" he asked me, topping up his wine from the second bottle he'd opened.

"Luckily, I have cash in my wallet. But seriously, who pays in cash these days?" I gave her enough to leave a generous tip. The girl's eyes widened, and she thanked me twice before bowing away from the door.

Smiling, and shaking my head, I bought the two pizza boxes over to the lounge area and put them on the coffee table on top of the old, allegedly inferior pizza box.

"You're a card Jackson," I said, as I plopped down on my original seat.

"A card you're glad popped over, huh?" he said with a wink.

I shrugged, but did suddenly feel thankful for his company.

"Your having problems with your wife?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, been happening for a while. We argue a lot." He emphasised `a lot', and topped up both our wine glasses.

For the first time I noticed his stubble and the tinges of red in his eyes.

"You're not looking your usual self," I said, not meaning it the way it came out.

He scoffed, picked up his wine and said. "You're not exactly looking..." and he sniffed like a dog, "...or smelling too fresh yourself pal."

That made me laugh out loud.

"That bad huh?"

"To be fair you did warn me you were in a bad place. I just didn't realise you meant physically."

I laughed again, and raised an eyebrow. "When did you become such a bitch?" I asked with genuine interest.

He shrugged, drank more wine. "Guess it comes with bad sleep and a bitchy wife."

We talked for a while, and we laughed a lot. While Jackson was clearly bitter about his predicament, I liked that he turned it into humour and catty, but jovial remarks. While bitchy, he was funny.

When I woke up the next morning, with a hangover worse than any previous day, it was with Jackson's arm over my waist and a pillow clutched tightly to my stomach.

We were in my bed, but both dressed.

I recalled the conversation the previous night with Jackson convincing me that together we'd get through this. Being drunk, it was music to my ears, and I'd felt a bit of hope, though in the cold light of day, the return of sadness was inevitable, and that hope vanished along with the darkness.

I showered, dressed and went to make coffee, eyeing the lounge area and kitchen counter's mess with barely a glance, focusing on the machine and the coffee.

The shower went on, so I figured Jackson was awake. It made me smile. With him around, I felt a lot better about my situation. Less lonely, more likely to feel like there was a light at the end of the tunnel after all.

Then Jackson came out of the shower via the bedroom, drying his hair and stark naked.

"Jesus," I said, realising only weeks earlier I'd done the same to my wife. But I stared at Jackson's cock, which was easy to do given it was massive and swung like a pendulum.

Wearing only a smirk, a twinkle and holding a towel, he said, "what are we doing today?"

I turned around, ignoring the stirring in my pants, and set to make us both coffee.

Jackson sat on the other side of the counter, so I only had to stare at his perfectly formed hairy chest.

"I'm going to catch up on some work, while you..." I poured him coffee, and pushed a sugar container in his direction along with the milk, which he immediately pushed back my way, "...you can do whatever you like."

He nodded, as though considering my proposal. "Interesting," he said after a sip of his coffee, "and decent coffee," he took another sip, "but..." he put the coffee down while continuing to admire it, "I have a better suggestion."

I folded my arms and stared, not as intimidating as I'd hoped to be.

He sipped, looked around, then back at me with an award-winning smile. "Or...you and I have a nice breakfast, go for a run together, because..." he shifted his attention to my belly, "...well, all this sitting around drinking and eating takeaway isn't going to burn itself off..."

I did my best not to laugh, but it began in my chest, then Jackson started to laugh, and I couldn't control it anymore.

Soon, we were laughing just as we had done the previous night, only this time we weren't drunk.

Jackson went off and put his shirt and undies on and returned, then went to my fridge and opened it, and surveyed the contents. Luckily, a few too many wines a few nights earlier I'd gone on a spending spree and bought a bunch of groceries I expected would go off before I'd gotten around to using them.

He seemed happy as he began to pull out various items.

"What are you doing in my fridge?" I asked him.

"What do people usually do in fridges?" he asked me, quick as lightning, placing items on the counter, and rummaging through all my cupboards looking for things.

"You could ask me what you're looking for?" I said it as both a question and a statement.

"Hmmm?" he said absent-mindedly, as though absorbed, then, "and spoil the opportunity to go through all your cupboards?" he pulled out a fry pan, two saucepans, a cutting board and some knives. He held the sharpest knife I owned, pointed it at me and stepped forward. "I need space."

I took that as my only warning and jumped out of the way.

With Jackson in the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop, mumbled that I needed to finish something and sat where he'd previously sat naked and worked.

While he cooked, and delicious smells came out of my kitchen, I watched his perfect butt in his underpants.

If there was one thing that could definitely help me feel slightly better about my new-found reality, it was watching his tight arse making me breakfast.

Either he was really quick at making breakfast, or I'd been really absorbed in my work to have noticed the time. But I was thankful that I'd finished an email and a design I'd started the night before, and it also meant that I was free for the day, though it was the weekend, and I knew that Omar was more than happy with my progress.

In fact, the colleague I'd often gone drinking with, who incidentally liked a bit of gossip, whispered that Omar had several times remarked that I had been working around the clock to catch up and that I'd been a godsend to the company even before my recent troubles.

I kind of already knew this, but it was nice to hear it from other colleagues how valued I was. It did make all the hours I put in worth it.

And as Jackson eloquently put it, I earned the bucks, so I should start spending the money.

"Not that I'm agreeing to your ridiculous plan to hang out all day and do things together," I started as we dug into his delicious omelette, "but what are you suggesting beyond our run together?" I finished, licking my lips and considering complimenting his culinary skills.

He seemed to consider it for a few seconds. "After our run, we can go to see a movie, then there's a couple of new bars I'd like to go check out. Apparently fit, hot young girls go there and I'm feeling feisty."

I nearly choked on my food.

"Wait... what? Hang on...where's your wife?" I realised with him staying over at my house, his wife must be wondering where he was.

"Away at her parents for the weekend," he stated simply, and lifting up his empty coffee cup.

I nodded over to the coffee machine. "Press the big green `Start' button." When he raised an eyebrow at me, I realised it sounded more sarcastic than I'd meant it to, but I said nothing more.

"...and...hot young girls? Really? You'd cheat on your wife with a girl?" the idea of it seemed to shock me.

He shrugged. "She won't give me sex; you won't give me sex. What am I? A monk?" he poured coffee.

I decided not to compliment him on his delicious breakfast.

"Thanks for breakfast. Wow." I stared at him, then looked away, unsure what else to say.

He smiled and folded his arms.

"What?" I said.

"I'm kidding!" he said, with a big smirk.

"You are?" I asked with suspicion.

"Of course! Having sex with guys, and you is one thing, but with girls? That just feels like..."

"Cheating..." I finished, but realised how absurd it sounded.

"Precisely."

We both seemed to think about what we'd said.

"We're a bit fucked," I said. Jackson nodded, then laughed.

I did too.

"Totally screwed up. But..." he winked, and I laughed at that, "I'm glad I'm not the only one who is screwed up!"

We shared a look that made me realise we were a lot more alike than I'd ever figured.

And so that day, we jogged together, went shopping together, watched an average movie and then went on a pub crawl.

Having been married and out of the pub scene, we were both really happy to have a huge number of new bars to explore and like-minded company to explore them with.

I realised that night as I collapsed into bed that it was the first time that I hadn't tried once to either message or call Helena that day.

Did you like this update? Please forgive my hiatus. Life gets in the way sometimes.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第十三章

作者： Fox Emerson
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显然，一张披萨不够吃，而且显然，我买的那些酒全他妈不够档次——因为杰克逊背着一个背包来了，里面装满了顶级好酒。那种我爸或者我老板掏钱时我才喝得起的上等货。

"你一个高收入的机械工程师，干嘛喝这种掺了水的垃圾？"他说着，一头闯进我家，把货全倒在料理台上。我关上他身后的门，抱着胳膊站在冰箱旁边。

"那不是垃圾，也没掺水。事实上，那是优质澳大利亚葡萄酒！"我一板一眼地声明。

"趁你前妻还没把你银行账户榨干，不如先享受享受你的钱。"他停了一下，四处找我的酒杯，然后走到客厅的咖啡桌前，拿了最近的那只。"如果我能给你一条建议的话，那就是——女人只有在离开你之后才会变脏。"

我笑了。

"我老婆可是答应过我她会很骚的！"他喊道，一边用他的酒把我的酒杯倒满——我注意到那也是一款澳大利亚葡萄酒，但我啥也没说。他把杯子递给我，然后四处找他的。我赶紧走到酒柜前，挑了一只出来，快速检查了一下确保干净。

"她们说自己双性恋，咬你耳朵，让你走后门，一边放着群交色情片一边给你做出像色情片里那些婊子一样的极品口活——然后戒指一戴你手上，啪！"他手掌狠狠拍在料理台上，发出一声巨响。所有东西都震了一下。

他的眼睛慢慢转向我，他爆发之后那突如其来的沉默真他妈让人不安。

好像在给他的故事画句号似的，他用低得多的声音——不完全是耳语——说："她们就只认传教士，不走后门，不口交，女孩？"他给了我一个瞪大眼睛的疯狂表情，"我他妈为什么要去舔逼啊蜂蜜？"好像他在模仿女人说话。

我笑了。

"懂我的意思了吗？"

我点了点头，但还是没忍住。"你好啊杰克逊，很高兴再见到你。"

他笑了。"过来你这大软蛋！"然后他迈了两步，一把把我拉进一个熊抱。

那感觉真他妈好，我差点哭了。

我们挪到沙发上，杰克逊拿起我那被冷落的披萨吃了起来。

"这不是最好的披萨，你知道吧？"他开口说。"最好的披萨是……"

"……马里奥和佩佩那家，我知道……"我打断他。

他笑了。"那你他妈为什么？"

我耸耸肩。"马里奥和佩佩那家是……"我环顾四周。

他眼睛瞪大了，点了点头。"啊——我懂了。"

我们喝着酒，聊着天。他趁我没注意从他手机 App 上订了马里奥和佩佩的披萨，我直到披萨送到门口、人家问我要现金的时候才反应过来。

"什么？"我看向杰克逊，他耸了耸肩。

"别看我，"他一脸无辜地说，"我带的酒。你至少得出披萨的钱吧。"

"你从 App 上订了披萨，然后告诉他们我给现金？"我不敢置信地盯着他。

他又耸了耸肩，好像我才是那个脑子有问题的。

门口的送餐女孩饶有兴趣地看着我们这一来一回，手里还抱着披萨盒。她看起来更像是觉得好笑，而不是不耐烦。

"你要让这质量更好的披萨凉掉吗？"他问我，一边给自己倒满第二瓶已经开了的酒。

"幸好我钱包里有现金。但说真的，这年头谁还用现金付账？"我给了那女孩足够多的小费。她眼睛都瞪大了，谢了我两次，然后鞠着躬退出了门口。

我笑着摇了摇头，把两盒披萨拿到客厅，放在咖啡桌上那盒所谓的垃圾披萨上面。

"你真是个活宝，杰克逊。"我说着，一屁股坐回我原来的位置。

"一个你很高兴他过来的活宝，哈？"他冲我挤了挤眼。

我耸耸肩，但确实突然很感激他的陪伴。

"你跟你老婆也有问题？"我问他。

他点了点头。"嗯，已经持续一阵子了。我们吵很多架。"他强调了一下"很多"，然后给我们俩都倒满了酒。

我第一次注意到他的胡茬和眼里的血丝。

"你看上去不像平时的你。"我说，但这话不是我想表达的意思。

他哼了一声，端起酒杯说："你也看起来不太……"他像狗一样嗅了嗅，"……闻起来也不太新鲜啊哥们。"

这让我大笑出声。

"有那么糟吗？"

"说句公道话，你确实警告过我你状态不好。我只是没想到是身体意义上的。"

我又笑了，挑了挑眉。"你什么时候变得这么嘴贱了？"我真心好奇地问。

他耸耸肩，喝了更多酒。"大概是因为睡不好觉加上有个嘴贱的老婆吧。"

我们聊了一会儿，笑了很多。虽然杰克逊显然对自己的处境很苦涩，但我喜欢他把这变成幽默和尖刻但欢快的吐槽。虽然嘴贱，但他很有趣。

第二天早上我醒来的时候，宿醉比之前任何一天都严重，发现杰克逊的胳膊搭在我腰上，我怀里紧紧抱着一只枕头。

我们在我的床上，但两人都穿戴整齐。

我记得昨晚的对话——杰克逊说服我，说我们一起能挺过去。喝醉的时候，那话听起来就像天籁之音，我甚至感到了一丝希望。但在这个冰冷的大白天，悲伤的回归是不可避免的，那丝希望也随着黑暗一起消失了。

我洗了澡，穿上衣服，去煮咖啡。扫了一眼客厅和厨房料理台上的狼藉，几乎没怎么看，专心对付咖啡机。

淋浴的水声响了，我猜杰克逊醒了。这让我笑了。有他在身边，我觉得自己的处境好多了。不那么孤单了，更有可能觉得隧道尽头其实还是有光的。

然后杰克逊从卧室那边走出淋浴间，一边擦着头发，一边光着身子。

"老天。"我说，意识到几周前我也对我老婆干过同样的事。但我盯着杰克逊的鸡巴看——这很容易，因为那玩意儿巨大，像钟摆一样晃荡着。

他只挂着一丝坏笑、眼里闪着光，手里拿着一条毛巾，说："我们今天干什么？"

我转过身，忽略裤裆里那不安分的动静，开始给我们俩煮咖啡。

杰克逊坐在料理台另一边，所以我只需要盯着他胸肌完美、布满胸毛的身体。

"我要赶一些工作，你呢——"我给他倒了咖啡，把糖罐和牛奶推到他那边——他立刻把它们推了回来，"——你爱干嘛干嘛。"

他点了点头，好像在考虑我的提议。"有意思，"他啜了一口咖啡后说，"咖啡也不错。"他又喝了一口，"不过……"他放下咖啡，继续欣赏着它，"我有一个更好的建议。"

我抱着胳膊盯着他，远没有我希望的那么有威慑力。

他喝了一口，环顾四周，然后看向我，脸上挂着获奖般的笑容。"或者……你和我好好吃顿早餐，然后一起去跑步，因为……"他把注意力转向我的肚子，"……呃，老这么坐着喝酒吃外卖，热量不会自己烧掉……"

我尽量不笑出来，但它在胸口里开始酝酿，然后杰克逊也开始笑，我再也控制不住了。

很快，我们又像昨晚一样大笑起来，只不过这次我们没有喝醉。

杰克逊走开，穿上他的 T 恤和内裤，然后回来了。他走到我的冰箱前，打开它，查看里面的存货。运气不错，前几天喝了太多酒之后，我出去疯狂采购了一堆食材——我本来以为它们在我想到吃它们之前就会坏掉。

他开始往外拿各种东西，看起来很满意。

"你在我冰箱里干什么？"我问他。

"人们通常在冰箱里干什么？"他以闪电般的速度回答我，把东西放在料理台上，同时翻遍我所有橱柜找东西。

"你可以问我要找什么啊？"我这话既是问题也是陈述。

"嗯？"他心不在焉地说，好像很投入，然后，"那不是错过了翻你所有柜子的机会了吗？"他拿出一个平底锅、两个汤锅、一块砧板和几把刀。他举起我最锋利的那把刀，指着我说："我需要空间。"

我把那当成唯一的警告，赶紧跳开了。

杰克逊在厨房里忙活，我抓起笔记本电脑，咕哝着说需要完成点东西，然后坐在他刚才光着屁股坐过的地方工作。

他做饭的时候，各种香味从我的厨房里飘出来。我看着他那穿着内裤的完美屁股。

如果有一件事能确实帮助我感觉好一点——面对我新发现的现实——那肯定就是看着他紧实的屁股给我做早餐。

要不就是他做早餐真的很快，要不就是我工作太投入没注意到时间。但当我完成一封邮件和一个昨晚开始的设计时，我很感激——这也意味着我今天自由了。虽然是周末，但我知道奥马尔对我的进度非常满意。

事实上，那个我经常一起喝酒顺便聊八卦的同事悄悄告诉我，奥马尔好几次提到我不分昼夜地在赶进度，说即使在最近的麻烦事发生之前，我也是公司里天赐的宝贝。

我基本已经知道这点，但从其他同事嘴里听到自己有多受重视，感觉还是不错的。这让我投入的所有时间都值了。

正如杰克逊精辟地总结的：我赚了钱，就该开始花钱。

"不是说我同意你那个荒唐的计划——整天待在一起瞎混——"我们开始吃他做的美味煎蛋饼时，我开口说，"但除了我们一起跑步之外，你还有什么建议？"我说完，舔了舔嘴唇，考虑要不要夸他的厨艺。

他想了几秒钟。"跑完步，我们可以去看场电影，然后还有几家新酒吧我想去探探。据说那些火辣年轻的漂亮妞会去那里，而我最近很饥渴。"

我差点被食物噎住。

"等等……什么？等一下……你老婆呢？"我意识到他住在我家，他老婆肯定在想他在哪儿。

"去她父母那儿过周末了。"他简单地说，举起空咖啡杯。

我朝咖啡机努了努嘴。"按那个绿色的大启动键。"当他冲我挑起眉毛时，我意识到这话听起来比我想的更刻薄，但我什么也没再说。

"……还有……年轻漂亮妞？认真的？你会背着老婆跟女人搞？"这个念头好像震惊到我了。

他耸耸肩。"她不给我性爱，你也不给我性爱。我算什么？和尚？"他倒了咖啡。

我决定不夸他早餐做得好吃了。

"谢谢你的早餐。哇。"我盯着他，然后移开视线，不知道该说什么。

他笑了，抱起胳膊。

"怎么了？"我说。

"我开玩笑的！"他说，带着一个大大的坏笑。

"你确定？"我怀疑地问。

"当然！跟男人搞，跟你搞，是一回事。但跟女人？那感觉就是……"

"……出轨……"我替他说完，但意识到这听起来有多荒谬。

"正是。"

我们俩都好像在想我们刚才说的话。

"我们有点操蛋。"我说。杰克逊点了点头，然后笑了。

我也笑了。

"彻底搞砸了。不过……"他挤了挤眼，我笑了，"我很高兴搞砸的不止我一个！"

我们对视了一眼，让我意识到我们比我之前想的要相似得多。

于是那天，我们一起去跑步，一起购物，看了一部平庸的电影，然后去泡吧。

结了婚之后很久没泡过吧了，我们俩都很高兴能探索一大批新酒吧，身边还有志同道合的人一起。

那天晚上瘫倒在床上的时候，我意识到——这是我这么多天以来，第一次一整天都没有试着给海伦娜发消息或打电话。

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