Chapter 4
“It rubs heavily. It feels like your hand.”
At this point, I thought, let whatever happens, happen. Seeing Mitchell’s joyful face made me feel excited too. We could have dirtier talk when we’re alone at home, but he had to make my heart race in a place like this.
“Imagine I’m touching you now. I’m under the table, sucking on yours. How is it? Isn’t the pasta delicious?”
“Ah, Mitchell.”
I gave up on the pasta I was about to eat. I shook my head while drinking my beverage. I was quietly trying to break free from the illusion of Mitchell burying his head between my legs.
“Are you wet already? Your pants looked thin.”
“Unfortunately, not yet.”
“Unfortunate? Should I make it not unfortunate? Want me to lend you a hand?”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t your eyes be enough to make me wet?”
“Hahaha.”
Mitchell’s laughter was so loud it drew attention from around us. I was scared of being the center of attention right now and wanted to go home as soon as possible.
“Let’s go. Before the water comes out.”
As I stood up, Mitchell got up too. Throughout the walk to where we parked the car, I felt the gaze on my back.
“From behind, your butt seems to stick out more. Is it because you’re not wearing underwear?”
Unable to distinguish if he was being serious or joking, I walked even faster. As I ended up walking ahead of Mitchell, he raised his voice from behind.
“Doesn’t it shake in front?”
This time his voice was loud enough for people nearby to hear. I immediately stopped walking. While waiting for Mitchell to catch up leisurely from behind, I glared at him. When he came in front of me, I muttered quietly.
“You’re right. It shakes a lot without being fixed. I should walk slowly.”
“Want me to fix it with my hand?”
His mischievous hand moved towards my crotch, but I barely managed to catch it midway. Then I quickly ran to the car. I forcibly dragged Mitchell along, whose steps seemed particularly slow today.
Even then, Mitchell’s mouth didn’t stop.
“You get really wet, don’t you? If I keep stimulating you like this, it’ll get hard soon. We should relieve you once before getting in the car to avoid accidents. Right?”
“Please be quiet, Mr. Mitchell.”
“What? It’s poking out. Are you excited?”
“I’m not. It’s just naturally big.”
“What’s that? The color changed? Looks like you’re wet. As expected of my Geon-woo. I like how easily you get excited.”
“I’m not! And normally, people don’t stare at others’ pants like that.”
Honestly, I did feel a bit wet. I just didn’t have the leisure to check thoroughly.
“If I just touch you now, you’ll cum. Right?”
“With your hand, there’s a possibility.”
“Then, want to pull down your pants a little?”
He kept saying nerve-wracking things all the way to the car. My mouth was dry, wondering if anyone was listening, or if Mitchell might actually pull down my pants.
Fortunately, we arrived without major incident and got into the car. As I relaxed my stiff body and leaned back, Mitchell took his seat in the driver’s seat. I waited for the car to start with my eyes closed.
“You really got hard.”
That’s right. I really got hard.
Throughout the journey, even though he didn’t directly touch me, I felt as if I had been thoroughly groped and actually got excited. I knew Mitchell was looking at my crotch, but I couldn’t open my eyes.
I was just covering my bulging crotch with my hand.
“Why? Are you going to touch it?”
I was trying to hide it, not touch it. I was about to say that, but Mitchell’s proposal came faster.
“If we do it in the car, I won’t bother you when we get home.”
Yesterday, I suffered all night being held by Mitchell. The reason I couldn’t get up this morning was because of Mitchell. And now he wants to do it again?
Without further consideration, I grabbed my crotch. It would be a hundred, no, a thousand times better to do it cleanly here and rest comfortably at home. I spread my legs, stared straight ahead, and began the act I had been holding back.
“I should make you take off your underwear more often.”
With Mitchell’s words, I put my hand inside my pants. On the way home, I diligently moved my hand.
Mitchell drove slowly without turning his head towards me. Even without looking, his gaze must have caught my body. His ears must have been wide open too.
When the car entered the front yard of the villa, I reached the end as Mitchell wanted. I was too intensely intoxicated to pay attention to Mitchell. I just wanted to feel this dazed and powerless feeling a little longer.
“Mitchell.”
I called out to him with hazy eyes, hoping he would keep his promise not to bother me, but Mitchell said something unexpected.
“Now it’s my turn, right?”
“What?”
“You did it, so now I should do it too. I helped you when you were doing it, so you should help me too.”
“Wasn’t it just for me?”
“Just for you? That’s disappointing.”
Instead of rambling on, Mitchell wiped my soiled hand and lower part with wet wipes. Seeing Mitchell’s genuinely disappointed expression made me feel like I had betrayed and backstabbed him.
I can’t handle Mitchell. No matter how experienced I am, it’s useless in front of Mitchell, but the experience I’ve gained staying by Mitchell’s side isn’t negligible.
So that disappointed face is all an act.
“Let’s go inside quickly.”
At times like this, you shouldn’t be swayed. I stopped the conversation and immediately opened the car door. As soon as we entered the house, I put the soiled clothes in the laundry room and took a shower first.
When I came out after a refreshing shower, Mitchell was in front of the door. The disappointed face had completely disappeared. As expected, that earlier expression was an act.
I smiled at Mitchell while tying a towel around my waist. Mitchell smiled back at me. Even though I’m used to not wearing clothes, Mitchell rushing at my naked body was still embarrassing.
“You were the only one who finished earlier, right?”
Mitchell, who followed behind me, untied the towel wrapped around my waist. Now it seemed that me being the only one to finish wasn’t going to end as just a disappointment.
Damn it. How stupid.
Without further ado, I fled to the second floor. I ran naked. As the sound of him hitting the stair railing echoed, I broke out in a cold sweat, making the shower I just took seem meaningless. I didn’t know why I was so scared when I wasn’t being chased by a murderer.
I ran hard naked, and Mitchell walked as if he was giving me a chance.
“If I catch you, I’ll eat you up.”
Why does my lower part react so vigorously to Mitchell’s words? I forcibly pressed between my thighs while looking for a place to hide.
“I’m naked too. Just wait until I catch you, Geon-woo.”
As the sound Mitchell made got closer to me, my lower part grew with suffocating excitement.
No matter how I look at it, I’m definitely…
Enjoying this!
Even as I gauged how long it would take for the naked Mitchell to find me hiding in the closet, my lower part was getting wet. No matter how much I wiped it with my hands, it was useless.
It was a thrilling game of hide-and-seek. If Mitchell, who was “it,” found me, I would have to spread my buttocks. I was scared of being caught, but also wondering when he would come.
There was nothing we couldn’t do in this Miami villa. That’s how the closet door opened, revealing a brightly smiling Mitchell and his thing standing as thick as an arm.
“Found you.”
That night, I had to suffer under Mitchell all night long.
***
Dizzy Trip to Korea
The release date of “Mirror Match” was approaching. These days, I was exhausting myself with non-stop schedules including various promotional events, interviews, and broadcasts. Still, I felt sweet.
Mitchell, who had confirmed our love, was sticking by my side, and I had also restarted my long-desired acting career.
The story of an ill-fated Korean actor who had fallen from grace making a comeback in Hollywood had quite a good narrative. It was exaggerated a bit as it came out on broadcasts, but for a celebrity whose every move becomes news, that too was a kind of performance.
People love the underdog’s rebellion and get intoxicated by dramatic lives like roller coasters. Ordinary people tend to become passionately devoted to those who have realized the life route of starting from zero and going to the top through twists and turns. Luckily, that happened to be me.
I rose, fell, and now I’m running towards the top again. My tumultuous life became a topic of interest for people. Everyone talked about my story. It was the fate of a popular actor.
There were a few questions that never missed from my interviews.
The first was a comparison question about the film environments in the US and Korea, the second was about my favorite food among those I’ve eaten in America. Lastly, there were questions about my friendship with Mitchell.
I dare say, we might be the most talked-about figures in the world right now.
Mitchell and me.
People talked about our relationship. How Mitchell is, how I am, what’s between us.
I didn’t say a word. I had no intention of correcting even incorrect anecdotes. I will never willingly tell what the truth is. How fun is it to try to hide a ‘secret that everyone knows’.
Moreover, as a non-American, I had limitations when talking to the press. Because I couldn’t properly understand the unique nuances that only Americans know, I was always excluded from trap questions. More precisely, I pretended not to understand even though I did get the hidden nuances. I play the foreigner card when the situation becomes unfavorable.
“To Korea?”
Here, a slight problem arose. Well, not exactly a problem, but a slightly troublesome matter.
“Of course we should go to Korea.”
“Uh… Right. We should go.”
An opinion came up to visit Korea for the promotion of “Mirror Match”. From the company, and from Mitchell.
I had said I would go to Korea, go to Korea, but I didn’t think I would really go there with Mitchell. I felt strangely excited and worried about returning to my home country after a long time.
“How about we go earlier?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
