Chapter 85
Mitchell got in the car and immediately opened his phone. He quietly suppressed a smile as he checked where Geon-woo currently was.
Geon-woo was the type who would follow him persistently. While filming was unavoidable, from Geon-woo’s perspective, Mitchell spending personal time elsewhere wouldn’t have been welcome. Mitchell knew Geon-woo very well.
That’s why he drove slowly for Geon-woo, who would be watching nearby. He couldn’t arrive home before Geon-woo, after all.
Even without the phone’s tracking feature, Walker had already informed Mitchell of Geon-woo’s location. Geon-woo wasn’t very skilled at tailing.
After a leisurely drive home, Mitchell was relieved to see Geon-woo’s car already parked.
As if there wasn’t enough time to pretend he had been home all along, Mitchell saw Geon-woo’s back as he hurriedly took off his outdoor clothes upon entering the house.
Mitchell pretended not to see, and in that time, Geon-woo crumpled up his clothes and threw them into the laundry room.
“What are you doing? Going to shower?”
“Uh… I’ve been at home all day, so I think I should wash up. When I’m just at home, I don’t feel like showering, but… well, today I thought it might be good to take a shower. You know, there are days like that…”
How could an actor be so awkward at lying?
Mitchell sent the struggling Geon-woo to the bathroom. If he kept talking, it seemed like the weak-hearted criminal might spill everything even before the interrogation began.
Mitchell entered the bedroom’s dressing room and called Walker to receive a report on Geon-woo’s activities for the day.
Walker’s voice was always excited, so Mitchell had to make an effort to calm him down every time.
After briefly checking the voice file Walker sent, Mitchell retrieved another phone from a deep cabinet in the room. It was Geon-woo’s old phone.
When he turned it on, there were thirteen missed calls and five text messages from Inbeom Yoon, and one each from unknown numbers.
He entered the unknown numbers into his own phone, then turned off Geon-woo’s old phone and put it back in the cabinet.
He had told Geon-woo that there wasn’t time to cancel the phone service. Geon-woo had nodded when Mitchell said he would handle it. He seemed to not want to deal with the hassle.
After finishing his work, Mitchell undressed right there and entered the adjacent bathroom. He waited for Geon-woo, watching the wide-open door. After washing for a while, Geon-woo came to the bedroom wearing white briefs.
With a towel on his head, he looked quite serious as he rolled his eyes.
Mitchell turned towards Geon-woo. As he washed his genitals thoroughly under the shower, Geon-woo pouted his lips and muttered something.
Even though he couldn’t hear it, Mitchell knew it was cursing. Finding even that enjoyable, Mitchell smiled and leisurely swayed his lower body. Geon-woo didn’t avert his gaze either.
“Come here,” Mitchell said, frowning. Feeling the slowly rising excitement become frustrating, he called for the easily affected person.
“What, you’re doing this as soon as we get home,” Geon-woo’s protruding lips wouldn’t go back in. Yet his legs steadily moved towards Mitchell.
Standing right in front of Mitchell, Geon-woo didn’t mind the water droplets splashing on him. He looked at Mitchell’s face and lower body alternately with a nonchalant expression.
“What?”
Mitchell asked, even though he knew. What made Geon-woo’s lips protrude now wasn’t the act of Mitchell swaying his cock as soon as they got home, but the fact that Mitchell had met someone Geon-woo didn’t know.
It wasn’t exactly a lie since Mitchell had said he met a friend.
Geon-woo just didn’t like Mitchell going out and about without him.
“Did you have a good time with your friend?”
When the words came out roughly, Geon-woo forced a smile. He tried hard not to act like a petty person.
“Yeah, I had a good time.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Is it okay for you to stay at home?”
“It’s not okay. I think I can follow you around now.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Why!”
“I don’t want anyone to know that you’re staying at our house. If you follow me around, people will naturally find out.”
Geon-woo couldn’t properly refute that. Mitchell must have things he wants to protect too. He couldn’t force it when the person involved didn’t want to reveal it.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed.
Geon-woo looked down at Mitchell’s hand, moving slowly but steadily. It took a long time to reach climax by hand.
“Alright. But I don’t like being trapped here alone either…”
Mitchell stroked himself faster. Seeing Geon-woo boiling with spite made heat rise from below.
“If you don’t like it?”
“I’ll go out too. I’m not saying I’ll follow you around.”
Mitchell remained silent while satisfying his own desire, causing Geon-woo’s lips to pout even more.
The conversation had come to a halt. Not wanting to make eye contact with Mitchell, Geon-woo lowered his gaze to focus on the busiest part at that moment.
Mitchell’s glistening lower region was about to erupt. As his rough breathing brushed past Geon-woo’s ears, he climaxed. As if aimed precisely, it sprayed onto Geon-woo’s white underwear.
Though he could have been angry, Geon-woo felt oddly pleased instead. He attributed much meaning to Mitchell’s mischievous action.
‘I’m still on Mitchell’s mind,’ he thought.
Mitchell reached out to wipe Geon-woo’s soiled underwear. Naturally, he touched Geon-woo’s member beneath the underwear while wiping. He continued to touch until the soft thing became hard.
Watching this quietly, Geon-woo declared to Mitchell with a calm face:
“I want to make a movie.”
He couldn’t just stay at home like an idiot anymore.
“Can’t you find me another place to live? Get me a house.”
Mitchell frowned one eye and bit his lower lip. Despite his clearly crumpled expression, Geon-woo pretended not to notice.
In his anger, he had blurted out something he hadn’t even considered. It wasn’t sincere, but rather words that sprang out like a tantrum in response to Mitchell’s reaction.
While he always wanted to make a movie if given the chance, asking for another house was a foolish statement that surprised even himself after saying it. He had no intention of ever leaving this house.
Deep down, Geon-woo trusted Mitchell. He believed that no matter how much he acted out, Mitchell would never kick him out.
If Mitchell’s pride was hurt and he offered to find a house for Geon-woo, Geon-woo was prepared to get on his knees. He’d beg and apologize profusely.
“You’ll make a movie. I’ll look into it,” Mitchell said in a calm voice. Then he raised his wet hand to grab Geon-woo’s chin and lift it up. Forced to make eye contact with Mitchell, Geon-woo frowned. Though it didn’t hurt, the forceful gesture felt somewhat humiliating.
But Geon-woo quickly reverted his expression, like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
He knew it wasn’t the time to act up. Having upset Mitchell, he had to be careful with everything.
He was scared, thinking he might hear the most terrible words from Mitchell since moving into this house.
Afraid Mitchell might tell him to leave. Afraid he might say he was sick of all of Geon-woo’s clingy behavior.
Geon-woo couldn’t even meet Mitchell’s arrogant gaze.
“But Geon-woo.”
Finally, the moment had come. Geon-woo tightly closed his eyes, then opened them and looked up at Mitchell’s call.
Mitchell’s expression was somehow nonchalant as he lowered his eyes. He opened his mouth as if dealing with a trivial matter, both bored and calm.
“It’s too late.”
“……”
“You can’t leave.”
Mitchell pounced on Geon-woo’s lips. As he sucked on the closed lips from the outside, Geon-woo’s mouth opened. Mitchell immediately invaded, stirring up the hot inside.
He pressed down on Geon-woo’s tongue, sucking and pulling it, sharing saliva somewhat roughly.
“Uh… Mmm.”
Geon-woo unconsciously tilted his head back, but Mitchell grabbed the back of his head to prevent him from escaping. With his other hand, he pulled down Geon-woo’s white briefs and squeezed his exposed buttocks until they were almost crushed.
Without using his hands, he rubbed against Geon-woo, making his body tingle.
Mitchell explored Geon-woo’s mouth, prevented his buttocks from escaping, and buried Geon-woo’s lower part between his own thighs.
As if trying to keep Geon-woo from escaping not just from the house but from Mitchell himself, he completely embraced him.
It wasn’t about satisfying sexual desire, but solely about keeping Geon-woo in his grasp.
Of course, Geon-woo, with his sensitive body, was already progressing towards climax on his own.
When Geon-woo tensed his body and let out a faint moan, Mitchell, who had been vigorously tormenting his tongue, paused for a moment.
As Mitchell chuckled softly, Geon-woo’s face turned bright red.
Perhaps it was because Mitchell seemed like he might do something strange at the slightest touch.
Geon-woo, anticipating the pleasure to come, had reached his limit all on his own. His body was quite easy.
Mitchell moved his hand from Geon-woo’s buttocks to the front, kneading his lower region. Matching the pace of Geon-woo’s quick climax, Geon-woo’s heaving chest gradually settled.
Mitchell kissed his lips one last time before pulling his face away. Looking at Geon-woo, whose eyes and ears had turned red, he spoke.
“Welcome to my room.”
With an enigmatic smile and a strange look in his eyes, he said:
“It’s empty, so fill it up a bit for me.”
Geon-woo had no idea what he meant.
