White is your color.

It was a cloudy, cold day. The clouds were moving ever faster, foreshadowing a swift downpour, and a bad weather. At such a moment I wanted to stay home drinking hot tea, but one journalist — Yegor Lynch, was less lucky. Now he was at the police station. Perhaps you can guess why. Guys, got in big trouble on a new case. Or rather — John. They were in North Furst, America. How did they get so far? The thing is, they’ve been texted several times for help from this place. And it looks like the people who sent the texts were very persistent, and the brunette broke down, told the writer, and they went on this case. The case turned out to be really interesting. In this town, there is only one church, and it is abandoned. Why, ask you? Because there began to happen, incomprehensible, and to be precise, mysterious deaths. One by one, monks and nuns died there. Some said they killed themselves, some said they were murderers. But no one could know the truth, not even the suspicion. All those who died, behaved to death, did not stand out. From this people and avoided the church. So it was closed, and later and completely abandoned. It was really interesting, what was really happening there. That’s where our adventurers went. The case ended, but not the best for two. Since John was taken to the police station. The incident that occurred after the case turned out to be extremely serious. John used his weapon to shoot one person in the leg. Of course, it was self—defense, but this man, he turned out to be an influential figure, and the author was not fined a little. Lynch, of course, talked to that man so as not to aggravate their predicament. He condescended, and yet he softened the demands, but the application was not withdrawn. At the moment, Lynch is in a room that he rented when John was taken to the department. Because it was clear — it is a long time. The room itself was unsweetened, small room, it has a bed, opposite, which is a TV, and next to a small window. There is a nightstand nearby. There is also a shower. In principle, it is modest but cosy. Now the journalist was lying on the bed, thinking. But it can’t end like that, right? But this is no joke, a writer can really go away for a month, and that, my friends, is a long time. Besides, the money for the room, so for such a long time, may not be enough. And that, now Yegor will have to go home? What will happen to John. All these thoughts made my head ache. But suddenly they were interrupted by the sound of the phone. The way he was lying right next to the journalist, it was not difficult to answer immediately. As it turned out, it was a precinct, with a request to take brown hair from the precinct. Brunet was in a state of shock, of course, but he reacted immediately and said he would soon be. Mixed feelings, feelings of joy, but at the same moment a feeling of violent panic. How could he be released, what happened, what happened. Yegor will know that, but first we have to get to the station. Already in the building, he confidently went to the precinct, which was actually waiting for him, with John. Greeting the policeman, the journalist saw the same surprise on his friend’s face, and realized that he himself did not know why he was released, but it was clear that he was glad. After talking to a policeman, the owner of the green eye found out that a man who wanted to stay anonymous had helped them and paid to have his buddy released earlier. Who said money doesn’t solve things? Saying goodbye to a man in uniform, Yegor went to the writer, who was already in the rental car, waiting for a friend to come. As soon as Lynch arrived, the brunette immediately began asking him why he had been released much earlier, and how Lynch was connected to it. He, in turn, said everything the policeman said. Of course, both could only guess who this anonymous person was, but quickly removed this topic, as it is useless to learn something, and did not want to. They were happy to be able to go home tomorrow, and the writer was no longer in prison. In the evening, John is in the shower, and the journalist is lying on the bed, buying plane tickets home from his phone. Suddenly, he receives a message from an unknown number. — «Hello, Mr. Lynch, I’m glad you and Mr. John are coming home. Would you like to arrange a meeting?» Having read the message sent recently, the brown hair turned pale. Well, yeah, of course he didn’t immediately realize that his whole life was just an obvious catch. He’s gonna have to answer anyway, so he stopped pulling the tail and answered. — «And you, hi. I do not mind, I just do not know when it will happen, we will arrive late, somewhere in the evening.» —, the journalist answered in a very simple way, his hands were shaking. Lynch didn’t know what he was afraid of? Because who knows what this businessman has in his head, and he might ask for something for help, the bastard, left no choice. Although, they didn’t have it, they couldn’t handle it on their own. After a while, a new message arrived. — «Don’t worry, Mr. Lynch, we can meet whenever you like. Just please write when you arrive.» — «Okay, Henry.» —, what I didn’t understand the brunette was that the blond was talking to him about you. But the journalist communicates with him on you, and he is so, posh, or what? Although, parenting is such a thing. Why does a journalist even like it? Hmm, looks like the man recognized his fetish, interesting. But not focusing much on this, he continued to look for tickets for the flight. Soon the writer came out of the bathroom, brown-haired said nothing to him, did not want to touch and so tired of all this writer. Preparing for bed, both fell asleep and sank into the morphine realm. The first person to wake up was John. When he woke up, he picked up the phone. It was half eight and the flight was at half nine. Got to get up, got to get to the airport, and I just wanted to get it done faster. After waking up the journalist, John said that he would go and buy something to eat, and on the road. The journalist himself, at the time, was packing his things and trying to find out how to get to the desired airport faster. The clock was already ten to nine. They’ve both been at the airport a long time and they’ve been being searched. The flight was long, and of course the writer was nervous, but he tried not to show it to the journalist. He also managed to argue with someone. They came to Yegor, and then the writer will go to his home. Both, as soon as they entered the house, immediately fell on the sofa, no hind legs. Both exhausted and tired. Lynch was again in his thoughts, and suddenly remembered one important detail. He did not write the white—haired one. It was true that he was too busy to write to him. Taking his phone and unlocking it, he quickly typed the message. — «Hi, Henry. I forgot to write about the fact that we have already arrived. I think I can meet somewhere in an hour and a half.» — «Hello again, Mr. Lynch, OK, then a car will pick you up in an hour and a half.» — «Understood.» —, briefly answered brunette, and with this put the phone aside. John was already putting on his jacket, and when he saw that the journalist had turned his attention to him, he said he was on his way home. After saying goodbye to his partner, he fell asleep, not expecting it. He woke up from hearing a car drive into his yard. He understood everything immediately, and quickly put on his jacket, without changing his clothes, he took his keys, quickly left the house, did not forget to close it. There was a black car on the street, expected. Sitting in the back seat, the driver saw a black suit with glasses. He started the car without a word, and they fled the yard. They were driving for about an hour and a half, and when the journalist saw such a picture. Big, country house with a fence. When the car drove into the yard, a brunette noticed that in the yard there are trees, trees, also different flowers. Very beautiful. There is a gazebo, and much more. It all fascinated the green-eyed man, and he did not notice the driver stop and ask him to leave. Immediately getting out of the car, a guard approached him, who told him to go after him, which Egor did. They were walking down the second-floor corridor, and suddenly the guard stopped near one of the doors and told him to go there. It made the journalist uncomfortable to see the man who sent him to the North Pole again. It was a shock to remember it, but when he got his shit together, he knocked on the door. When he came in, he saw in front of him a desk with white hair, apparently going through some documents, and he looked up at the brunette, and seemed to smile. — «So, we meet again, Mr. Lynch, have a seat, can I offer you coffee, or tea?» —, the reporter sat down on the chair and answered. The reporter answered. — «Thank you. Let’s talk about the fact that you helped us, which means I owe you. And tell me what you want. I understand you didn’t invite me here to drink tea.» — «What a clever journalist. Yes, you have understood everything correctly. And I believe, let’s get to the point?» — «Yes, tell me what you need. Work for you, do something?» — «Not quite, Mr. Lynch, please follow me.» Now the brunette was wondering what the businessman had thought up when he got up, and you could see the height difference that Lambton had. Both left the office, the aforementioned closed the office, and they went to an unknown direction to Yegor. They entered the bedroom, the journalist realized, as there was a double bed in the room. The white-haired one told Lynch to sit on the bed, and he went somewhere. The sitting has become a bit of a mess, but there is nothing to do, there is no going back. He thought about his feelings, he kind of hates this businessman, but at the same time he fascinates him, it’s weird. I wanted to get it out of my head, so he looked out the window, and it was dark enough outside. When the white-haired man entered the room, he saw a contemplative journalist looking out of the window. He didn’t even hear the man enter the room, so he used it to trick and scare the magazine. Quietly, on his toes, he came up to him and gave him a sharp hug, which made him scream out of his arms. — «Oh, Mr. Lynch, I didn’t think you’d react so harshly to my little prank.» — «Lambton, are you serious? I almost shit my pants.» — «Well, I apologize for my indiscretion. I didn’t think it would frighten you.» — «It was just a surprise. By the way, where did you go that?» — «I brought something to you. I’m sure it will suit you.» —, with a mysterious smile said the businessman. After that I handed the white dress to the journalist. — «Are you crazy? What the fuck kind of dress? Are you sure you’re okay, Henry?» —, looking at the dress, maliciously rammed the brunette. — «Come on, try it on. To everything, you remember that you owe me? And yes, stockings are included.» —, with a sly grin the one answered. Right, how could a journalist forget? Shit, I don’t have a choice. He’s a bastard. With that in mind, our protagonist went to the dressing room, which our elder told us to go to. He was still in an angry but confused mood when he went in there. God, what a shame. That dress did look good on him. Yes, it’s nice, it’s beautiful. A white, shapely dress. A nice texture. The dress itself was above the knees. And these stockings. Boy, that took a long brunette. When he entered the room, he immediately saw an interested and staring eye. He was not mistaken, the dress on him really looked beautiful. Both knew where this was going. Closer to the green-eyed man, the businessman approached the journalist, taking him by his waist, which made him even more embarrassed. He had a hard time dealing with his feelings. As he pondered, the white-haired man took advantage of this and easily entered the journalist’s mouth. He was just going for it and trying to get out, which didn’t work out, and he still gave in to that feeling and tried to relax. He felt that his lover was relaxed and led him to the bed, undressing in the process, and the latter returned to him. And both in their underwear, the businessman felt that the journalist, though trying not to show off and relax, he was not very good at it, and he came up with something. He slid down with the journalist and cleverly spread his legs, sat between them. Tom didn’t have to think much about what he was up to, he was about to say something about how he started pulling her underwear off. After that, he glanced briefly at the journalist, but it was both enough to realize that he was persistent. From the beginning he took the dignity of the brunette in his hands, after which he began to suck the head, starting to gain length more. From this the journalist could not restrain himself, and began to moan restrainingly, it more encouraged the businessman to continue this filthy joy. And he went on with the same initiative, the second one broke down and made a groan, but much louder than the others, bent back. With a hoarse voice, Yegor tried to say that he would soon be ready for a discharge, on which the elder began to suck the phalanges of the penis even more strongly, which quickly went to discharging. He, in turn, quickly swallowed his seed, and turned his attention to the journalist’s neck and collarbone, which had a few hickeys on when they walked to the bed. But the businessman didn’t like the fact that they were few, so he started to fix the case. At first, with wet kisses, he reached the collarbone and began to leave his marks behind one another. So he reached the frozen nipples, which he began sucking on, listening to the sweet ones, for his ears groan. It made him more excited, and he just couldn’t wait any longer, his penis had been moaning and waiting for the release. Getting up from the journalist, he took a tube and condoms from the bedside table. At some point the dark one became a little frightened, but he trusted the white-haired one, so that he remained peacefully lying watching him. He, in turn, squeezed some substance onto his fingers and crawled to his lover, warning him that he would stretch it out and he would have to endure. He shook his head in agreement. The businessman began slowly stretching the journalist, letting him get used to it, after a while he put the second finger, and when Yegor again shook his head, he understood, it’s time. He took the condom out of the package and put it on, and began to enter the brunette a little, which he could not restrain and began to moan. When he entered completely, he began to make measured points, himself beginning to moan, while pleading not to stop and asking for more, which more excited the businessman. This went on for about an hour and a half. Both of them, sweaty and tired, went to bed. In the morning, the journalist awoke from the aching pain that was felt all over his body. He began to remember the evening of last day, and was covered with paint. When he woke up, he was alone, which is no surprise. Brunette didn’t even know how to look a businessman and his friend in the eye. He’s their enemy. Although, what an enemy, funny. What happened yesterday exactly contradicts such statements. On the nightstand, by the bed, there was a note and a glass of pills. — «Good morning, Mr. Lynch. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person, but I had to go away on business, and there are painkillers on the table, and a glass of water. I took your clothes to the laundry, so take them from the closet across the street. When you are ready to leave, go to the guard, he will lead you to the driver, and will take you home. I hope you won’t mind, and we will make a meeting tonight and discuss what happened last night.» After reading this letter, and after drinking anesthetic, Yegor went to the same cabinet, and chose simple things. Black pants, and a blue shirt with a white T-shirt. After that, he found a guard who helped him find the driver, and he took him home. Of course, that night, no one will forget.