I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 50

“You said you didn’t like hotels, but this is where we end up?”

Mitchell’s car stopped in front of a motel with flashy neon signs on the outskirts of LA. We finished our schedule for the day at just 8 o’clock. Knowing we’d run into Junman hyung and his friends if we went straight back, he and I had a beer at a quiet bar. Of course, Mitchell didn’t drink since he had to drive. He only tasted a bit of the snacks I ordered.

Feeling guilty about drinking alone, I muttered to myself, wondering if there was anywhere else to go. That’s when Mitchell brought me here.

Paradise Motel.

Even with a hat covering my face, a perceptive person might have recognized me, but fortunately, the motel owner was an elderly man. The old man handed us the key without even looking at us after receiving the payment.

I wondered why a motel and not a hotel, especially since Mitchell wasn’t trying to save money. I soon accepted it, thinking he might have chosen it simply because it wasn’t far from the filming location.

Before coming to the motel, we stopped by a mart and bought several bottles of beer. With the cheerful clinking of cans, we entered room 202. Unlike its shabby exterior, the interior was neat. It showed signs of use but was clearly well-cleaned.

I briefly scanned the room and took the bag from Mitchell’s hand. Sitting on the bed, I opened a can and downed half the beer in one go.

I must have been tense from being conscious of people’s stares. Having successfully snuck in, the cold taste was irresistible. Only after finishing the other half did I realize Mitchell was watching me.

“You drink too.”

I handed him a can of beer, but Mitchell shook his head. Wasn’t the point of coming here to drink beer comfortably? Or was he not drinking because he planned to go home in the early morning?

I shrugged it off and opened my second beer, drinking it without hesitation.

“Are you good at drinking?”

It felt oddly nice to hear this question about alcohol tolerance after a long time. I must have wanted to show off my drinking capacity without realizing it.

“Of course.”

“You don’t drink often, though.”

“Yeah, but I can hold my liquor well.”

“I see.”

“I’m going to wash up first.”

After quenching my thirst, I went into the bathroom and threw off the clothes I’d been wearing all day.

If this were home, I could have washed up and rested comfortably, but being outside made it all rather inconvenient. I sighed, thinking of the person responsible for making me suffer away from home.

The bathroom seemed newly renovated, unlike the room, looking particularly new. Somewhat satisfied with the facilities, I stood in front of the bathtub and turned on the shower. Suddenly, I felt like soaking in hot water.

Naturally recalling Mitchell’s tired face from throughout the day, I immediately called out to him. With the bathroom door half-closed, I poked my head out, covering my body.

“Mitchell, should I run some hot water for you? You must be tired.”

Mitchell was standing in the middle of the room, looking at his phone. Without a word, he threw his phone onto the bed and walked straight towards me. In that short distance, he began undressing. First, he took off his t-shirt and threw it aside, then unbuckled his belt, letting his pants and underwear fall to the floor.

“Uh, wait! After I finish washing…”

This was essentially my fault. I should have asked Mitchell after I had finished bathing. There are things you should and shouldn’t say to a bulldozer-like guy.

Mitchell, never one to refuse a man’s body, fully opened the bathroom door and stood in front of my naked form.

“Didn’t you call me?”

I wanted to hit that smug forehead of his.

Mitchell strode in and started filling the bathtub. Hot steam filled the bathroom.

As Mitchell’s intense gaze mixed with the sound of rushing water, hidden desires began to surface.

I might have been embarrassed and shy about what I’d done with Mitchell before, but I had never disliked it. Mitchell certainly had an exceptional ability to satisfy a man’s excitement. Maybe I had been expecting something from the moment we entered the motel.

No, perhaps it was from the moment I suggested to Mitchell that we stay at a hotel to avoid Junman hyung.

Afraid of revealing the strange anticipation the place gave me, I quickly turned away and grabbed the shower head. After a quick rinse, I tried to leave, but as always, Mitchell wouldn’t let me go.

“Where are you going? We should wash together.”

“I’m good. Wash alone.”

“Where’s the person who said they’d give their body?”

“…”

There are many things a person should control in life.

Controlling your lower body, controlling your mouth.

I failed to control my mischievous mouth, so I faced the aftermath of my mistake head-on.

Below my line of sight, his lower part moved freely towards me, looking like a construction site glow stick.

‘Look here. Come this way. But this is a danger zone.’

I thought even the sirens that lured sailors should learn this level of seduction skill.

“Mitchell. What are you planning to do here? I don’t want to right now.”

It wasn’t so much that I was excited by seeing a man’s body, but rather that I knew what kind of feeling this guy would give me. The fact that I said I didn’t want to but didn’t run away was proof of that.

Moreover, Mitchell should only sleep with me now, only enjoy with me. Now he has nowhere else to use that big thing of his.

Why? Because I won’t allow it.

Somehow, I felt sorry for him. If I refused him here, one of the pleasures Mitchell usually enjoyed would disappear.

“What are you thinking? I just suggested we wash together.”

Mitchell, that’s not true. I know it’s not. You handsome fool.

I looked at Mitchell with sympathetic eyes, feeling a strange sort of pity for him. Then I immediately nodded and stepped into the bathroom. I had decided to be generous. As I settled into the bathtub, the water that had filled it overflowed.

Soon after, Mitchell quickly washed himself and entered the bathtub. As someone who instinctively rejects the ordinary, he sat behind me rather than in front. I tried to turn around, but Mitchell pushed down on my shoulders, causing me to fail. In the end, I found myself sitting between his spread legs. Any remaining sympathy for him vanished.

“Why are you sitting behind me?”

As I tried to twist my body, Mitchell wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him. At the same time, I felt something hard against my backside. There was nowhere to escape in the bathtub filled with two grown men.

“Geon-woo.”

Trapped in Mitchell’s arms, I had no choice but to lean my back against his chest. Because of this, my entire backside was in contact with Mitchell. Even if I had wanted to break free – which I didn’t – Mitchell’s next words would have broken that resolve.

“Today was really tough. This makes me feel a bit better. My body’s relaxing.”

He murmured quietly, resting his chin on my shoulder. As his languid voice mixed with the warm water, my body became drowsy, and I closed my eyes. Unlike moments before, I leaned against Mitchell in a slightly more comfortable position. Completely withdrawing my feeble resistance, I entrusted my body entirely to Mitchell.

“Me too.”

Mitchell chuckled at my words.

It was a laugh that didn’t fit the moment, like a stone disturbing a calm pond. It was strange to see someone who had claimed to be on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion suddenly burst into laughter.

I brushed it off, thinking it was just Mitchell being Mitchell. He often did things that defied common sense anyway.

In any case, it really felt like my fatigue was melting away, and I wanted to savor this moment more. I thought I could understand the feeling of Koreans who shout “It’s refreshing!” while enduring heat.

Before even five minutes had passed, movement began under the water. Something parted the water and approached me, as if there were fish in this small motel bathtub. Though slow, its aim was precise. It firmly grasped my chest.

“Uh.”

Mitchell’s hand stuck to me like a remora. I didn’t ask the cliché question of what he was doing. It’s not like I didn’t know.

“Your chest is pretty.”

“Don’t say weird things.”

“Then, should I say that part down there is pretty? Since you’re a man?”

“Geez.”

“Are you giving your body to me right now?”

“Yeah, I’m giving it to you now, aren’t I?”

“Actually, just receiving a body isn’t my style. It’s always ambiguous. That’s why I have trouble touching you.”

I laughed genuinely at Mitchell’s absurd confession. What about all the touching he’d done until now? Mitchell was seriously spouting nonsense.

“I can’t believe this. What about me is one thing, but what about Jeff? You said you weren’t anything with Jeff, but weren’t you partners?”

“We were partners. But what guys like that mean to me is just…”

At that moment, Mitchell suddenly lifted me onto his thighs.

“A hole. Jeff knows it too. He said it to me directly.”

Mitchell’s member rubbed against my backside.

“Will you treat me the same way? Won’t it hurt a lot?”

As our bodies pressed together, the conversation momentarily ceased. I couldn’t even remember what we had been talking about. The large member nestled between my buttocks kept knocking at the entrance.

“Ugh…”

“Do you like pain? It’s okay. You can tell me. I respect all preferences. Want me to hit you?”

He asked this last time too, and now he’s asking again today. I shook my head vigorously and squirmed on Mitchell’s thighs.

“Absolutely not! I hate pain the most!”

“Is that so? That’s why I can’t treat you carelessly. Just know that I’m going crazy right now.”

Even as he said he couldn’t treat me carelessly, he didn’t loosen his grip on me. This shameless bastard’s words and actions were completely different. Or was this him already holding back a lot?

“Mitchell, are we going to do it now?”

“Can we?”

“Well…”

“Actually, I don’t need to ask you. You’re not that kind of person. You’re not the petty and cowardly type who gives something and then takes it back, right?”

His half-hearted threat was so sharp that I was at a loss for words. Even as we talked, Mitchell moved me, stimulating himself.

“If you’re not that kind of person…”

A barely audible moan slipped between his words. Mitchell slightly furrowed his brow and asked in a low voice.

“Will you get on all fours?”