I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 51

This position is truly hard to get used to. Showing one’s behind to someone else seems like the most shameful thing in the world.

It was more humiliating than crawling on all fours between an enemy’s legs or dancing naked in front of people.

“You seem to like this, huh?”

The most frustrating and infuriating thing was something else entirely. My body had betrayed me. As Mitchell kept touching my body, my lower part refused its owner’s commands and proudly walked up to the gates of heaven.

“You’re a natural. Even among gay men, few feel it like you do. But you love it when I just barely touch your back. Like a properly developed gay man.”

Mitchell had been saying things like this more often lately. Having heard it so much, I felt like I had really become a gay man who likes men. Brainwashing is this scary.

Actually, I’m the kind of person who once followed a cult member I met on the street when I was in high school and even put on a hanbok. I was released because I was a high school student with less than 50,000 won, but if I hadn’t been careful, I might have ended up as a follower there.

I have very gullible ears, and although I’m trying to fix that, it’s not easy. Even now, my ears flutter like butterflies at Mitchell’s persistent words. I tend to be especially susceptible to things I hear repeatedly.

Gay men feel good.

I feel good.

Therefore, am I gay?

…No, no!

I almost fell for this damn syllogism. Snapping back to reality, I shook my head hard. Go away, stray thoughts.

I raised my hand from the floor and pushed Mitchell away, and he moved away from me for just a moment. But it was only for a moment. He came back at me and kissed my buttocks. This guy who never gives up even bit my butt.

“Hey!”

Goosebumps spread all over my body. Why is this crazy person biting my butt?

The surprising thing is that I reacted without realizing it.

Amazingly, for a moment, bells rang in my head, my bones tingled, and my heart started racing.

And most importantly, the feeling was…

Not bad?

Last time, I got excited when he bit my chest. I thought it was because I was surprised. You don’t get excited because you’re surprised, but… anyway, I thought that’s what it was, but now I see it’s not.

This sensation of fireworks exploding was excellent even feeling it again. To feel such a thrilling sensation just from having my flesh bitten a little.

I start to agonize over why I’m like this. How can there be such a fucked-up situation?

“Hnn…”

My body trembled. That’s when it started screaming for more touch. My body had already been excited, and now my mind was consumed as well.

Shit, this is crazy. This is really crazy.

Damn it, why does it feel good to be bitten!

***

Mitchell was quite perceptive. It was even easier to read someone’s mind if they weren’t good at hiding their feelings.

Geon-woo’s body was exactly like that. Although he said he didn’t like it with his mouth, his body was surprisingly honest. He was so sensitive and responsive that he would swell up and grow just from a touch.

Mitchell was very pleased with Geon-woo’s newly discovered preference.

Geon-woo was a person who enjoyed pain. He wasn’t an ordinary masochist, as he didn’t respond to being hit or pinched, but only got excited when bitten with teeth. The interesting fact was that even Geon-woo himself didn’t know this.

It made sense that he wouldn’t know, as it’s not common to have one’s flesh bitten by someone’s mouth, even if being hit or pinched by others might happen. Geon-woo settled weakly on Mitchell’s thick thighs with his legs spread. Quietly panting, Geon-woo buried his face in Mitchell’s shoulder.

Making love with Mitchell always took everything away. At the same time, it brought everything.

“Mitchell, I’m tired. Let’s stop now…”

As always, it was Mitchell who soothed Geon-woo. Mitchell stroked Geon-woo’s back, met his eyes, and bit his shoulder. One way to soothe him was enough – to excite him.

“Ugh!”

“Looks like you just like being bitten in general. If that’s the case, your whole body becomes an erogenous zone… Shit, that’s a bit troublesome, isn’t it?”

Mitchell pulled out the bathtub plug and once again delved into Geon-woo’s chest.

By then, more than half the water had drained. Mitchell laid Geon-woo down on the bottom of the tub and positioned himself between his spread legs.

Geon-woo looked up at Mitchell with anxious eyes. Somehow, the concentration of anxiety seemed diluted. The impurity that had invaded might have been the anticipation of what was to come.

“Geon-woo.”

“Yeah…”

“Your obsession ends here.”

Mitchell tapped Geon-woo’s lower part with his finger. Feeling the touch, Geon-woo shook his head.

“Ah… this isn’t obsession…”

As Geon-woo started to speak, Mitchell moved his hips. As if to say, no more words, just answer.

“Ugh! Mitchell…”

“Your obsession ends with me. There won’t be anyone else.”

“Of course. I tell you that every time. Hah. Why can’t you trust people? Haa.”

Even though nothing particular had happened, Geon-woo’s chest heaved greatly.

“And… uh, this isn’t… hnn, obsession…”

Before he could finish speaking, Mitchell’s hips began to move in earnest. The sound of flesh slapping drowned out Geon-woo’s last plea, and Geon-woo bit his lip as if he had no intention of saying anything more.

“Whatever it is.”

For a long time, they moved for each other and mixed with each other. As Mitchell’s groan signaling the end erupted, Geon-woo, who had been half-unconscious in between, released his excitement countless times. Completely sprawled out, he stared at the bathroom ceiling. Slightly turning his gaze to look at Mitchell, he saw Mitchell looking at him too.

More precisely, not at his eyes, but at his lips.

At that moment, Geon-woo sensed that Mitchell would kiss him. When Mitchell lowered his body and licked his chest, he thought his prediction might be wrong, but soon after, Mitchell sought out Geon-woo’s lips.

They collided with each other’s lips like that. A long, distant kiss followed.

***

It was past 3 AM when we finally left the motel. My buttocks were burning, and I wanted to spend the night at the motel, but knowing it would be more troublesome when daylight came, I moved my heavy body diligently.

Mitchell drove. Sitting awkwardly in the passenger seat, I let out a long sigh. Just being in Mitchell’s car made me feel at ease. It felt like I had crossed into a protective fence that shielded me from the outside world where I felt unnecessarily self-conscious.

“What’s wrong? Are you very uncomfortable?”

The sigh I let out from comfort seemed to sound like discontent to Mitchell. I was about to answer honestly that it wasn’t, but seeing Mitchell’s furrowed brow, I quickly abandoned my intention to not show it.

“Yeah. Very much.”

Although it bothered me only as much as an ant’s hind leg, I voiced my complaint to Mitchell. As I put my hand on my buttocks and frowned, this time Mitchell sighed.

“Let’s get home quickly. I’ll apply some medicine for you.”

“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant.”

“Let’s just go.”

I ended up making things worse while trying to fix them. What medicine would he apply when there’s no wound?

…There’s no wound, right?

Anyway, I decided to stop pretending to be in pain at this point.

Mitchell drove slowly while touching my nape. Having succeeded in arriving as late as possible, I thought we wouldn’t run into Junman’s friends.

“The main gate wasn’t closed.”

As I muttered while passing through the iron gate, Mitchell replied.

“They’ll be working until tomorrow. Just leave it for now. It’s too bothersome to open the gate for them every time.”

“I see.”

It was the moment we reached the house after passing the hill.

“Ah, shit.”

My brow furrowed involuntarily. Mitchell turned to look at me as I cursed softly while raising one eyebrow.

It seemed it was still early evening for Junman hyung’s friends. Some people were sprawled out on the lawn, drunk, while others were kissing in corners, nearly naked. Though I’m not sure if “corner” is the right word when everything was visible.

In the center of the garden, an outdated drinking game was in full swing. Childish lyrics pierced my ears.

I must have forgotten in the short time I left Korea. That 3 AM for Junman hyung’s friends’ drinking parties was when things were just getting lively. Their day was still not over.

“Oh? They’re back!”

“Geon-woo?”

“I think it’s Mitchell?”

As the car entered, all eyes turned to us. Some were surprised, while others shouted and ran towards the car. Banging on the car hood, one of them shouted, “Mitchell! I’m a fan!” Seongju hyung, who had been blowing a party horn, even sprayed soju on Mitchell’s car.

“Welcome greeting!”

I frowned at this damned greeting method. These already senseless people had become even more unhinged after drinking. Even Junman hyung, who should have been controlling them, was just as wild. He waved at us with a crazy smile. I felt like punching him in the face.

“Let’s just go. Let’s sleep somewhere else.”

I suggested we leave immediately without stopping the car. Mitchell nodded too. Seeing Mitchell’s hardened face made me feel so guilty that my teeth chattered. I was at the point where I’d agree to sleep with him again right now if he asked.

This was all because of Bae Junman!

As the car kept moving and turned to leave, people shouted in confusion, not understanding what was happening. It seemed they had done this to see Mitchell’s face once, to get an autograph from a Hollywood star and take a picture, but absolutely not. Who did they think they were trying to see?

I decided I would send hyung back tomorrow and not give him any money. I’ve been patient enough.

The car quickly descended the hill and passed through the iron gate. I didn’t know the destination, but I needed to cheer Mitchell up first.

“Mitchell…”

Just as I was about to apologize.

“Was I like that too?”

I tilted my head at the unexpected question.

“Huh?”

“I brought my friends over for a party too. I wonder if we were like that.”

“Ah.”

“I’m suddenly feeling sorry.”

Mitchell didn’t seem to feel much anger about the current situation. He smiled briefly, then put his hand inside my pants and grabbed the soft thing.

Having been touched so much today, I felt no resistance. I was slightly surprised, but that was all. I just looked down, watching his large hand. With every movement, the veins on the back of Mitchell’s hand writhed.

“Mitchell, I’m more sorry.”

“You don’t like your hyung, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You want him to leave soon, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

The conversation was short. It ended without further explanation, and I didn’t ask anymore. Every time we talked about hyung, Mitchell’s mood became noticeably worse.

Suddenly, I remembered what Mitchell had said to my self-proclaimed fans from Korea.

The story about how no one would care if a person from a foreign country disappeared without a trace.

Mitchell wasn’t someone who spoke carelessly. He probably wouldn’t really do such a thing, but I had a feeling he might cause some kind of trouble. I couldn’t let Mitchell get into any trouble because of me. Worried, I grasped the back of his hand.

“I want to stay with you constantly. So don’t cause any trouble.”

My warning voice was quite stern. Mitchell raised the corner of his mouth and, as if defying my words, tightened his grip. For some reason, that touch made my lower part stiffen. It felt like my body was no longer mine.

Since I had given my body to Mitchell, it wasn’t a wrong thought. Still, I couldn’t understand why I felt unsettled.

“If I do it, it’s not trouble.”

“Then?”

“It’s justified handling.”

“…”

“Something that could happen.”

“…”

“Something that must be done.”

Mitchell gently stroked my thing as if he was patting my head. I turned my head straight ahead, feeling Mitchell’s touch. My racing heart began to calm down.

We spent the night in the car. Although we had narrowed down a few places we could go – be it a hotel, motel, or a trusted acquaintance’s house of Mitchell’s – we didn’t act on it.

It was largely because Mitchell first parked the car in a suitable place and turned off the engine. He reclined his seat completely and closed his eyes. I did the same as Mitchell.

When I woke up after dozing off, it was already a bright morning. I woke up before Mitchell.

Mitchell’s bangs were half-covering his forehead and eyes. Come to think of it, we had left for home yesterday without even drying our hair after showering at the motel. His disheveled hair, untreated, looked unfamiliar yet intriguing.

“We’re kind of strange people, aren’t we?”

I suddenly remembered what Mitchell had said. We are indeed strange people. That’s why we perfectly filled each other’s lacks and earnestly craved each other.

I wanted to know the cause of Mitchell’s deficiency. Why he had that face last night. Why he looked so sad.

While I could somehow find out the publicly known information about Mitchell, I couldn’t know his inner thoughts without hearing them directly. So, to fully possess Mitchell, I needed to become a bit more diligent.

Hmm, looks like I’ll have to offer my behind again.

My conclusion was to try to understand Mitchell’s heart by granting a wish. I thought that since I had already given my whole body, would he grant a wish just for letting him touch my behind a little, but from what I could see, Mitchell was quite an impulsive person.

He’s not particularly systematic and dislikes complex situations because he’s simple. While he seems to have a strong sense of responsibility when working, he doesn’t have the meticulousness to pay attention to every casual word he utters. He knows how to bend his pride according to the situation, doesn’t hold grudges, and has flexible thoughts.

Wow, I think I could make a “Mitchell Cronenwirth” guidebook. Even without direct verification from him, 99% would be proven true. No doubt about it.

Therefore, I expected that if I put together various stories and asked him to grant a wish, he would quickly allow it.

Tell me about yourself a bit.

It wouldn’t be easy, but it shouldn’t be impossible either.

I took a deep breath and smiled quietly. After making plans to embrace Mitchell more thoroughly, I felt completely relieved.

“Huh?”

At that moment, Mitchell suddenly groped for me and grabbed my hand. I thought he was still sleeping because he hadn’t moved at all.

“You’re awake?”

“Yeah.”

Mitchell opened his eyes. The first thing I saw was his bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, Mitchell. Did you have trouble sleeping?”

“I had a nightmare.”

Mitchell said, rubbing his eyes.

“Someone tied you up with a rope and kidnapped you.”

“…Rope?”

That doesn’t sound like a nightmare? I like ropes…. 

I couldn’t bring myself to say the last part out loud.

Since it felt uncomfortable to go straight to the filming location after sleeping in the car, we needed to find a place to wash up. There was no Korean-run bathhouse nearby, and somehow it felt unfair to go to a hotel now.

In the midst of this, Mitchell came up with a clever idea. This rich guy registered at a gym. Just for a one-day shower.

“Since we don’t stay at home that much, why don’t we come here occasionally?”

Mitchell said nonchalantly after registering memberships for both of us. I decided we should come often, not just occasionally.

Even though it was early, there were people there since it was a 24-hour gym. The shower area was open-style, but fortunately, there were shower booths. I was relieved that Mitchell could use it comfortably, let alone myself.

We brought spare clothes we had been carrying in the car, changed, and left the gym right away. We arrived at the filming location just in time, and Mitchell went straight into filming.

As luck would have it, today’s scene was a fight scene set against the backdrop of an abandoned building. Mitchell spent all day rolling, jumping, hitting, or getting hit. His bloodshot eyes recovered faster than expected, but that didn’t mean the accumulated fatigue suddenly disappeared.

In fact, he was accidentally hit by his co-star and sat down for a while. Seeing his tired face, unable to get up immediately even while saying he was fine, my blood boiled with intense guilt.

While watching Mitchell’s condition, I left the filming location. I immediately caught a taxi and headed home. Whether Mitchell was planning to handle it or not, I was now at my limit. I couldn’t tolerate hyung anymore.