I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 43

Just as I was about to lie down, I spotted a bottle with a red label under the sofa. Blossom oil…? I hadn’t seen anything like that on Mitchell’s cosmetics display before.

“Did you wash properly?”

“…Yeah.”

I know how it’s done between men. I didn’t know I’d experience it firsthand, but I at least knew about it.

Even as I answered, my fingertips started trembling. There was a difference between making up your mind and actually experiencing it.

By the time the trembling spread from my fingertips to my whole body, I was led by Mitchell’s hand to lie on the sofa. As I lay face down as if entranced, my backside was completely defenseless. When Mitchell removed my robe and let it fall to the floor, I hid my face in my arms.

Just then, his words hit my ears like a signal flare.

“We’re going to do something fun now, aren’t we?”

He spoke in a whispering voice. Mitchell rubbed his entire body against my backside. His lower part had already become heavy.

Although I wasn’t facing death, a panorama of my life unfolded spectacularly in my head. Once successful, once a celebrity, once thought I had the world… once, once…

I don’t even know what I’m doing now. I couldn’t distinguish what situation I had fallen into.

“You, don’t you abandon me. After going this far, don’t abandon me. Really.”

Just as I was about to lose my mind, trapped in a whirlpool, a voice of salvation was heard.

“I’ll never abandon you. Never.”

With Mitchell’s single sentence, everything stabilized.

From now on, all the acts we share are not bad. They’re not strange, nor scary.

It’s just my small struggle to get closer to Mitchell.

Squelch, squelch.

I didn’t know sound could be this stimulating.

When watching porn, I used to mute it, thinking it was amateur acting. So I didn’t know the sensuality that hearing could offer.

Maybe it sounds more erotic because it’s the actual sound of him touching inside me. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“We’ve become one. Right?”

Mitchell whispered another secret in my ear. This was truly a secret only we should know.

I just heard that we became one. I know how much that resonates with me, but it was just him entering me once.

But I’ve already reached the end…

I looked down at the thin liquid scattered on the blanket with dazed eyes.

What an embarrassment is this? Was I really a premature ejaculator? But I’m not…

“I’ve never seen a hetero so sensitive in the back.”

Mitchell immediately noticed my reaction. I finished quickly when he touched me last time, and it was the same this time. No, this time was a bit worse.

It seemed like Mitchell was mocking me for being prematurely sensitive to an insignificant degree. His breath, which emitted heat, tickled my ear as if accompanied by laughter.

He scratched my erect chest as he raised his upper body. That’s when Mitchell started moving in earnest.

Even if it hurt, I forgot the feeling of pain. All my nerves were focused on Mitchell. I was secretly worried about what if he didn’t enjoy this act, even though he had been looking forward to it with me.

But what is this, I didn’t expect to like it this much. Of course, stimulating down there would be enjoyable, but I really didn’t expect my behind to make me feel ecstatic.

I must have been born with a body destined to be gay. I wanted to quickly tell Mitchell this news.

“Aah!”

Of course, right now I had no time to speak as I was screaming.

When Mitchell reached out and pinched my chest while exhaling hot breaths, I experienced my second climax. I lay down completely, pouring out everything. I practically fainted, regardless of where the wetness touched my body.

***

When I opened my eyes, it was midnight. We had started from daytime and finished long after the sun had set. I remember forcibly washing up with Mitchell’s help, but it seems I fell asleep as soon as I lay on the bed.

I got up, checking the time. Although I wasn’t wearing anything, I didn’t have the leisure to put something on.

“Mitchell, where are you?”

Mitchell was nowhere to be seen. Not in the room, not in the living room, not in the bathroom. After a while, when I confirmed that Mitchell wasn’t in the house, I immediately called him.

I frowned, looking at the phone ringing on the table. I went straight to the dressing room and put on whatever clothes I could find. Without even wearing underwear, I went to the garage, but the car was still there.

I hurriedly went out the front door and headed to our house. If it wasn’t far enough to drive, he’d be in the forest within the private property or at our house. Suddenly, I remembered Junman hyung waving to Mitchell this morning.

What did hyung say to Mitchell?

Although my pelvis below was creaking, I ignored the pain and walked hurriedly. My premonition was not wrong.

Mitchell was coming out of our house.

The door closed quickly, so hyung didn’t see. But just because he didn’t see doesn’t mean the person inside disappears. My eyes started to tremble.

“Why did you suddenly go to my house?”

There was no emotion on Mitchell’s face as he walked towards me. He wasn’t surprised, and it was hard to find a condescending smile or playful arrogance.

Mitchell, who had been silent for a while as if choosing his words, put his hand on my nape and pulled me. He only opened his mouth when he dragged me into his house.

“Your brother’s friends are coming to visit your house?”

“…What?”

“Who’s coming to our house?”

“He asked me to tell you that your brother’s friends are coming here in two days. He said he couldn’t tell you himself.”

“Is he crazy? Who’s inviting whom?”

Anger rose to the top of my head at these unexpected words. He said he’d behave for two weeks and then leave, but he easily broke that promise.

Does he think this place is his home? No, even if that’s the case, why did he tell Mitchell? This damn person.

“Don’t tell me hyung called you? Is that why you went to our house?”

“No. I went to get your things. You said last time you needed your usual cosmetics and pants, remember?”

I did say something like that. He seemed to remember the passing comment I made about Mitchell’s pants being too long.

Mitchell, who had been stroking my back, suddenly put his hand inside my pants. His upturned smile was utterly hateful.

“Hey, hey.”

“You’re not wearing underwear? Are you saying you want to do it again?”

When Mitchell talks about these lewd things, he whispers in my ear. Then he always sucks on my ear. I entered the room without answering. It was fortunate that he didn’t see my flushed face.

I decided to confront hyung when dawn breaks tomorrow. If I saw hyung’s face this late at night, I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep.

I don’t hate hyung. I never resented him when I came to LA, or when I was isolated alone in the house.

It’s just that I feel a bit tired every time I see hyung’s face. That emotion is, well… ah…

Anyway, hyung’s curse that pushed me away became the starting point for my escape to America, and by cutting ties with hyung, I also cut off any lingering attachment.

When I first met hyung in front of Milky Way, I could understand his feelings before my own. When you persistently dig into someone’s world, it’s not difficult to read their thoughts. Especially with someone as simple as hyung.

I couldn’t help but know with what heart hyung came all the way here and with what intention he appeared before me.

Money.

I saw his peculiar awkward smile every time he took money from me. But now. It suddenly occurred to me that money might not be all hyung wants from me.

“What else did you talk about with Junman hyung?”

I casually asked Mitchell as he followed me into the room.

Is Junman hyung coveting Mitchell? If that were true, I might truly hate hyung.

“Nothing much.”

“…He only said his friends are coming to visit?”

“Yeah.”

Mitchell is an actor who shows incredible method acting. It’s not easy to discern his current mood and thoughts from that brazen face.

If he’s determined to hide something, even a lie detector would have to back down.

I can’t tell if it’s true that he didn’t say much with Junman hyung. However, the person who said he went to get my things came back empty-handed.

Well… it probably doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Because Mitchell came back.

As long as it wasn’t preparation to leave me, it was really okay. The one I should be angry at is Junman hyung, not Mitchell.

Having reached a conclusion, I sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling drained. It seemed like the tension eased with Mitchell beside me.

How should I put it, Mitchell was like a child left by the water. Having such a big child around kept causing problems. When I woke up earlier and Mitchell wasn’t beside me, I was so surprised. To be honest, I felt a little hurt too.

“Mitchell.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you thinking about me now? We finally did it today. How many days is this good for?”

Although I’m trying not to care, I was anxious inside. I felt like this vague anxiety would subside a bit if I got a definite answer.

“How long will it last?”