Chapter 109
Mitchell returned home and turned off the car engine. He parked haphazardly in front of the entrance without putting the car in the garage. It didn’t matter where he parked since it was all private property.
He took off his suit jacket, draped it over his arm, and walked to the front yard. There, Geon-woo was lying on a mat, fast asleep.
Geon-woo was sound asleep with his phone in his hand. It was past 1 AM, so he was sleeping deeply, oblivious to the world.
The soft light illuminating the front yard fell on Geon-woo’s clear face. Mitchell looked at his slightly parted lips, rubbed his face, and carefully sat down next to Geon-woo.
Although his body was tired, looking at Geon-woo felt like a reward. He was about to wake him up and take him inside, but decided to leave him be, finding it not so bad to admire Geon-woo’s face.
Sitting like this suddenly reminded him of last winter. It was the day he had swept all the awards at the ceremony. He had received congratulations from people to an almost embarrassing degree and had a few glasses of wine. On the way home in David’s car, he had talked non-stop with the other passengers. The atmosphere had been cheerful right up until they got out of the car.
Everything changed when he was alone. Mitchell stood still for a long time in front of the iron gate after they had left.
He regretted not asking David to stay over, but it was too late. The world was still praising and cheering for Mitchell, but he himself stood alone on an empty road, away from the center of it all.
A terrible loneliness enveloped him. The single road was quiet, and no one was coming back.
As he tried to collect himself and approached the house, he saw the back of a man.
It was Geon-woo, the neighbor, sitting on the lawn.
Geon-woo was acting somewhat erratically, lying down, sitting up, and constantly muttering to himself. Watching him made Mitchell’s rising depression disappear. His mood improved dramatically, and he couldn’t help but speak to him.
It was a liberating feeling that cleared his blocked heart. It must have been because of this drunk neighbor who had newly appeared beside him.
Mitchell quietly laughed at the old memory.
Thanks to Geon-woo lying on the lawn, he suddenly remembered that time. Even then, Geon-woo didn’t seem normal, and that thought still held true today.
Mitchell carefully lay down next to Geon-woo. The mat was big enough for both of them to lie side by side comfortably.
He naturally turned his head, having lost interest in the stars he saw every day. He preferred looking at Geon-woo beside him rather than the twinkling stars in the night sky.
After staring at Geon-woo for a while, Mitchell checked the time. It didn’t feel like he had been lying there for long, but it was already almost 2 AM.
Rubbing his eyes, Mitchell immediately overlapped his body on top of Geon-woo.
“Mmm.”
Mitchell pressed down gently on Geon-woo as he heard him waking up.
“Are you awake?”
“Huh? When did you come? Didn’t you say it would take 20 minutes?”
Geon-woo had fallen asleep after receiving a message saying Mitchell would arrive in 20 minutes. He didn’t realize more than an hour had passed since then.
“Just now.”
“Ah, you worked hard today too. Are you tired?”
“I was tired, but not anymore.”
“Mitchell. Let’s go inside and sleep. Stop it.”
Geon-woo told Mitchell to stop because he was subtly moving his hips. It wasn’t just playful teasing; he was pressing down quite heavily, creating a situation where something could happen at any moment.
“You have to leave early tomorrow, don’t you?”
“At 9 o’clock.”
“See? Let’s go to bed quickly.”
“Should we sleep here?”
“Here? Ah, Mitchell… stop rubbing.”
Mitchell moved his hips even more. As Geon-woo’s thin shorts rode up with Mitchell’s movements, his inner thighs were fully exposed.
They both felt similar stimulation as Mitchell rubbed vigorously through the thin clothes. Geon-woo, who had been letting his arms hang, flailed them and pushed Mitchell’s shoulders as soon as he started unbuckling his pants.
“I can’t take this. Really.”
But Mitchell still lowered his zipper.
“We’re not going all the way. Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”
“The problem is you’re moving while pressed against me.”
“Geon-woo. I’m so tired.”
“That’s why I said let’s go inside.”
“I think I’ll be more tired if you don’t relieve me.”
“How considerate of you.”
Mitchell laughed at Geon-woo’s playful tone. In response, he took out his own and pulled down Geon-woo’s pants and underwear at once.
Their bodies rubbed frantically. Geon-woo hadn’t planned to do anything, intending to let Mitchell do as he wished from the start. He just placed his hands on Mitchell’s broad back. His breathing became a bit rougher.
“Do you think you look gay?”
Geon-woo snorted at the sudden strange question.
“Me? What does looking gay even mean?”
“Just…”
Mitchell, who had buried his face in Geon-woo’s neck, raised his body slightly. He met Geon-woo’s eyes and finally found the answer.
“Sexy?”
That’s how Geon-woo looked right now. Lying on the outdoor lawn with his pants down, defenseless under an excited man – it certainly appeared that way.
The person who captivated a gay man should rightfully be gay.
“Then I guess I do look gay. Hah… I’ve often been told I look sexy.”
Mitchell wondered who had said such things to him but instead of asking, he moved his hips more roughly.
Geon-woo’s moans mixed with the wet sounds. Even though nothing was inserted anywhere, they were both excited to their core. It was because they had become accustomed to each other.
“Ah… Mitchell. Is it okay to… finish here?”
“Yeah. That’s what we’re doing.”
As if there was nothing left to hide, Geon-woo also moved his body from below. Frustrated by being pinned down by Mitchell and unable to use his hands, his legs spread wider. If his body wasn’t so sensitive and responsive, he wouldn’t have been on the brink of climax like this.
“Hah! I’m about to, uh!”
Mitchell thrust his hips vigorously as if they were actually doing it. Somehow, Mitchell’s pants had also slipped down to his thighs. Just as Mitchell’s firm buttocks were shaking on the lawn, another moist intrusion entered Geon-woo’s mouth.
“Mmm!”
Even while moving his hips, Mitchell’s tongue busily sought out Geon-woo. As their tongues intertwined sensually, Geon-woo’s body melted without resistance. Every time he kissed Mitchell, Geon-woo was overcome with a strange feeling.
It was different from the pleasure or excitement felt during sex. It was more cautious and embarrassing. It was a different kind of shyness than exposing his buttocks.
Before he could fully process his embarrassment, Geon-woo reached his climax. He groaned, melting in pleasure.
Mitchell slowed down for Geon-woo’s sake. He lightly kissed and sucked on his tongue before burying his face in Geon-woo’s neck. Although his body was still burning, he hadn’t touched Geon-woo to satisfy his own lust.
He had merely given Geon-woo a brief pleasure. He didn’t crave that gift for himself.
“Mitchell. Hah.”
Geon-woo, who had been trembling from the afterglow, soon went limp. Although the stimulation was weaker than usual, the long, drawn-out contact was enough for Geon-woo to reach his climax. The situation itself – being intimate with a man outdoors – excited Geon-woo.
While Geon-woo was still catching his breath, Mitchell got up first. Ironically, Mitchell, who had initiated it, hadn’t done anything. Yet he pulled up his pants as if he had no intention of continuing.
Watching this, Geon-woo quickly moved to put his face between Mitchell’s thighs.
“Ah!”
He immediately opened his mouth. This time, Geon-woo moved for Mitchell’s sake.
Mitchell watched Geon-woo’s black hair while supporting himself with his arms stretched behind him. His clumsy movements were cute. It was also admirable that he wanted to do it himself, even though he always struggled and couldn’t suck well.
Suddenly, Geon-woo detached his mouth. It was to take off his T-shirt.
Mitchell leaned forward and stretched out his arms. He felt Geon-woo’s playful tongue as he stroked from Geon-woo’s back to his buttocks in one motion.
Although it seemed unlikely he would finish, Geon-woo’s actions continued for quite a while.
Long past the time when he would usually whine about his mouth hurting, excitement gradually showed on Mitchell’s face. Mitchell, lying back, let Geon-woo do whatever he wanted.
Mitchell, who had been looking up at the sky densely packed with stars against the pitch-black background, closed his eyes. Geon-woo’s usually clumsy mouth felt particularly stimulating today. With his eyes closed, the sensation and movement of the tongue tip became more vivid.
When Geon-woo grasped and kneaded below, Mitchell’s entire body tensed up. Mitchell frowned and opened his eyes. He wanted to interfere with the mischievous hand movements, but he couldn’t reach Geon-woo, who was hidden between his legs, sucking.
Finally, he closed his eyes again and focused on feeling Geon-woo. The sexual desire he had managed to suppress earlier now stood up rigidly.
Mitchell bit his lip. It wasn’t because of intense excitement. His gloomy eyes grew darker as time passed.
“…Geon-woo.”
Mitchell covered his mouth with his arm. It wasn’t to suppress loud moans, but to prevent unnecessary words from escaping.
It wasn’t the right time to say it. It might be something he should never say. He didn’t seem like the same person who had just told Inbeom Yoon that life was enjoyable.
Until meeting Geon-woo, Mitchell’s life had been empty. No matter how much he tried to fill it, it was always hollow.
He had tried hard to fill the remaining space, but it might have been impossible if Geon-woo hadn’t appeared. However, Mitchell wasn’t sure if Geon-woo felt the same way. Unable to hold back any longer, he finally spoke.
“I wish you would love me.”
Because he said it quietly, Geon-woo didn’t hear. It was a futile whisper that might only reach the stars in the night sky.
