I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 62

“Come up.”

Mitchell sat on the bed and opened the wine. I put the blanket I was holding on the bed and sat next to Mitchell.

I received a half-filled wine glass, but it felt lacking without any snacks. Strangely, foreigners seemed to drink alcohol well without accompaniments. As someone who always needed snacks with alcohol, I found it fascinating.

“I’m giving you this because I think it’s better if you’re drunk rather than sober today, but don’t drink too much. I don’t like it when you drink a lot.”

It would be better if I were drunk? No, more importantly, he doesn’t like it when I drink a lot?

The more intriguing statement that followed buried the initial puzzling remark.

“You don’t like it when I drink a lot?”

“Yeah. I don’t like it.”

“But I have a high alcohol tolerance. I don’t get drunk easily. If you’re worried about me making a scene, don’t worry. The alcohol from earlier has already worn off.”

“Worn off? Your face is bright red.”

“Ah, well. Should I say that being red and being drunk are a bit different? Anyway, that’s how it is.”

“Stop talking nonsense and don’t drink a lot in front of me. I’ll let it slide just for today.”

“I’m going to be in front of you every day, so are you saying I shouldn’t drink at all? That’s a bit difficult.”

“Do you like alcohol that much?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

Mitchell sighed, picked up his glass, and downed it in one shot. We had been drinking together since earlier, but he wasn’t as drunk as I was. He was clearly a heavy drinker.

This bastard, he was telling me not to drink so he could drink alone.

Not to be outdone, I also downed my glass in one go. I drank the wine like it was soju.

As if we were competing, we emptied a new bottle of wine. The guy who told me not to drink too much was thoroughly prepared, taking out a new bottle of wine from his bag. What a thoughtful bastard.

When we had emptied half of the second bottle of wine, I lay down on the bed. When I touched my cheeks, I could feel the heat. Just in case, I put my hand inside my pants and felt my buttocks too. It wasn’t as hot as my face, but it was slightly warm.

“What are you doing?”

“My body is hot.”

“Fight fire with fire.”

Why is he saying that here? What is he trying to make hotter?

Before I could say anything, Mitchell lifted me up. Grinning, he slowly lowered my pants, and I sighed towards the sky. In fact, it was impossible not to know what he was trying to do.

We had been drinking, there was a bed, and it was my birthday – a special day. There was no way Mitchell would just let it pass.

Among all this, what bothered me most were the gifts I had bought him.

There was a reason I had swept up items at the Red Shop. I wasn’t confident in giving Mitchell extreme pleasure myself. Not knowing their world properly, I wanted to rely on the power of devices.

In other words, I meant for him to enjoy them alone.

But now, those things were right in front of my eyes. I had clearly asked the Red Shop owner to pack gifts for a gay man, so why were they now sitting on the table?

Could it be that he wants to show me him using them alone? Like what he did at the hotel recently?

“What are you staring at?”

As I was glaring at the ceiling, Mitchell shook me. Now naked, I belatedly moved my hands to cover my private parts.

“Ha.”

Mitchell sneered at my weak resistance. It was like a soldier going to war wrapped tightly in a blanket because he had no armor. If he met someone like Mitchell, he would tear my blanket to shreds. Then I would be naked again…

“Hey Mitchell, I’m drunk, can I go to sleep?”

I decided to act a bit shameless and pretend not to know, but surprisingly, Mitchell granted my request.

“Yeah. You can sleep.”

“……”

But well, would I trust Mitchell when there’s no one else to trust? I didn’t take his words at face value, suspecting there must be some ulterior motive.

He put the remaining wine in the refrigerator and started preparing for bed by turning off the lights. The bedside lamp glowed softly.

As the bright incandescent light went out, Mitchell’s hidden intentions seemed to disappear with it. And what came instead was an invisible fear.

A single yellow light floated in the deep forest. The bedside lamp’s light illuminated beyond the glass, making the outside clearly visible. Due to the darkness, only the outline of the forest remained. The darkness that settled in this completely open space was fear itself.

Even though there was nothing that could jump out, I got goosebumps from a vague sense of fear. I quickly moved and clung to Mitchell, who was sitting at the edge of the bed.

Lying down and holding onto his waist felt a bit better. It had always been just Mitchell, but in a place like this, I found myself seeking him even more.

“I can’t come here alone at night. It’s scary.”

“What’s scary? I like it.”

“I definitely can’t come alone… But what are you doing?”

Mitchell had been busily moving his hands for a while now.

“Massage. The one you bought me.”

“You’re going to use it now?”

“Yeah. You sleep.”

“Should I do it for you?”

“No. I need to hold this myself.”

“Hmm… Well. Okay.”

“Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I want to watch you. Actually, I’m not sleepy.”

“Okay.”

Then he lifted the blanket I was under.

“Mi…tchell?”

Something that felt not quite right started creeping up.

I instinctively fled to the edge of the bed. Mitchell glanced at me, trembling, then took off his underwear. Then he got on the bed.

“That’s something I bought for you to massage yourself, not to use on me!”

“My things are your things. We’re using it together. I’m just giving you a massage, why are you getting ahead of yourself? Do I look like such a pervert to you?”

“Huh!”

“…Isn’t that right?”

Mitchell nodded quietly as if acknowledging.

“I’m just going to give you a massage. Come here.”

“It’s not just a massage, is it? We’re completely naked right now.”

“You’ve become quite perceptive, haven’t you?”

“Of course. If a dog stays in a classroom for three years… No, no. After a month next to a pervert gay guy, I can tell what you’re going to do just by breathing.”

“Don’t you know that being next to a pervert gay guy makes you one too?”

“……”

“How did someone who claims to know just by breathing buy something like this? I’ll let the massage machine slide, but a sex toy? Wow, I’m touched. Geon-woo, you must have had a hard time hiding your outstanding sexual preferences. I’ll live up to your expectations.”

“No! It’s really not like that. I really bought it for you to use alone. Since I can’t do it properly for you, I wanted you to enjoy it by yourself.”

“Was that your intention?”

“Yes! But why are you using this on me?”

“Okay. I get it. I understand, so come here first.”

“……”

I had dug my own grave. Who would have thought that all the items I bought would be used on my own body?

Thanks to that, I suffered all night from both the ridiculous birthday present and Mitchell.

All night.

“Happy birthday.”

Still, it felt good to be congratulated. Although I was brutally handled, I felt incredibly proud that today, my birthday, was spent with Mitchell.

This was enough. The birthday gift was a success.

***

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was sunlight falling through lush greenery. I stared silently at the glass wall with a clear view of the outside, then turned my stiff body to the side.

“Are you awake?”

Our diligent Mitchell was, as always, already awake before me. He looked so relaxed with a glass of water in his hand.

It would have been more normal if he wasn’t naked.

“Aren’t you tired?”

I lay askew on the bed, rubbing my eyes. It was barely 7 o’clock, and getting up now would be a huge loss and disrespectful to the bed, so I sprawled out with all my effort.

“I’m fine. Would you like a cup of coffee if you’re tired?”

“Do we have any?”

“No. We need to go get some.”

“Then never mind. I’ll have it later.”

“No. I’ll go get it. I want to drink some too.”

I didn’t bother stopping him since he wanted to drink it now. Mitchell put down his water glass and walked out, opening the door.

“Wow. He’s just going.”

He just went out naked. He walked out confidently, swinging below, without even wearing underwear, let alone a T-shirt. We should be grateful he at least wore slippers.

“Wow… wow.”

I watched Mitchell’s backside with genuine amazement. Focusing on his firm, well-shaped buttocks, I muttered to myself.

“He’s really not normal.”

Only when he completely disappeared from view did I turn to look at the ceiling. The sky beyond the glass wall was blue without a single cloud.

“And that’s why I like it. I like that he’s not normal. That’s why he deals with me, right?”

Reaching this satisfactory conclusion, I was grateful for Mitchell’s abnormal side. I prefer him to remain strange. People who can’t handle it will drop out on their own, and in the end, I’ll be the last one left beside Mitchell.

“He’s coming.”

A moment later, Mitchell walked towards me holding a large tumbler. I couldn’t take my eyes off his swinging parts as he walked.

I pointed at Mitchell’s lower half while lying down. When I laughed openly, Mitchell looked down. Seeing his dangling part, he suddenly grabbed it and started swinging it playfully. His mischievous expression was perfect.

“This is insane.”

Mitchell was truly a weirdo.