TBM Vol 2 Part 4

Only a suffocating silence filled the car until they arrived at the filming location. And in that silence,  Seung-yeon recalled yesterday.

“Should we stop by Actor Lee Il-seo’s house?”

He left only a brief “no” to Hwan’s question. Though Hwan seemed quite surprised, as if he’d never seen someone bring another person home, he kept his mouth shut and focused on driving.

After arriving, when Hwan tried to get out of the car to help carry Lee Il-seo together,  Seung-yeon stopped him with a raised palm.

“Ah, then hyung. Here. I bought some hangover medicine.”

Seung-yeon took the convenience store bag Hwan held out and got out of the car.

“I’ll come at the scheduled time tomorrow.”

After nodding,  Seung-yeon opened the back door. He hoisted Lee Il-seo onto his shoulder. With one arm holding both legs and the other hand carrying the bag,  Seung-yeon stepped lightly into the elevator. He remembered Park Jae-ho, who had struggled to lift something this infuriatingly light in one go.

Seung-yeon practically threw Lee Il-seo onto the bed in the guest room nearest to the entrance and placed the hangover medicine on the side table. Having bumped his nose against the firm mattress, Il-seo slightly furrowed his brow and curled up like a snail.

As Il-seo squirmed, tangled in the blanket, his gray t-shirt rode up halfway. After staring at his baby-like fair stomach, Seung-yeon turned and went to wash up in his own bathroom.

When he opened the guest room door, Lee Il-seo was deep asleep in that same hunched position. He looked just like a corpse, not even making loud breathing sounds.

Seung-yeon had only seen him being pathetically timid before, but at the company dinner, this bastard had been particularly temperamental.

He didn’t want to watch this guy with already bad rumors getting increasingly drunk while moving from table to table. Though Betas wouldn’t know, there were some old Alpha actors who might not even realize their pheromones were leaking while watching Lee Il-seo. To such guys who might be harboring who knows what dirty thoughts, he just quietly offered his cheek, smiled, and poured drinks. Perhaps because it had been a long time since filming with an unknown actor, it had been a while since he’d seen a co-star act so carelessly.

He shook out a cigarette from the pack, placed it between his lips, and lit it. The smoke spread hazily through the room.

Making this ungrateful brat who showed attitude despite being helped drink until his limit was out of anger, and bringing him home instead of letting Park Jae-ho take him was half out of spite. Though he certainly wasn’t weak with alcohol, perhaps because of what he’d drunk before, Lee Il-seo quickly passed out.

If Seung-yeon had made him drink just a bit more in that state, it would certainly have affected his filming condition the next day. That much was enough. He had meant to ask if he was really a responsible actor, but the voice of Lee Il-seo’s manager over the phone scratched at his conscience.

He had been sick, he said.

The day before yesterday, Il-seo’s pace of slowly chewing sushi had been severely sluggish. Despite that, he had stubbornly insisted on eating, and ended up throwing up all night. This wasn’t some protest, if he was that sick he should have just gone home, but instead he came to the company dinner and couldn’t refuse the drinks, accepting and drinking whatever was given. Though Il-seo was just slightly taller than his peers, being so thin yet confronting thugs like that, it was pathetic how he seemed not to know how precious his body was as an actor.

A sigh mixed with smoke escaped through his bitten lips. With the cigarette still in his mouth, he sat beside Lee Il-seo.

Seung-yeon covered Lee Il-seo’s eyes and nose with his hand. The face that had become even smaller as he lost more weight after being cut by the knife was easily covered. He calmly examined the plump lips, slender jaw and neckline, and shoulder line.

Then he leaned down. A faint fruity scent mixed with Lee Il-seo’s regular, docile breathing. He pressed his lips against the parted ones.

After ending the brief, silent kiss, he slowly raised his bent body. He took a drag of his cigarette with a strange expression and looked down at himself.

“I’m hard.”

Twice couldn’t be a coincidence. Seung-yeon admitted it – seeing Lee Il-seo aroused him. As he ground out the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray, now he felt ticklish interest rather than anger.

Suddenly an idle thought occurred to him. If this was happening because Lee Il-seo resembled the boy in the video, would it subside if he looked at different parts instead?

Until now, only the lower face and nape of the neck that resembled that boy’s had aroused his desire, not the flat chest or what hung below. His emotionless gaze fell on the black jeans Lee Il-seo wore.

Getting fully onto the bed, he tilted his head down and captured those lips once again. While licking between the already saliva-coated, slightly parted smooth lips with his tongue, he kept his eyes fixed on Lee Il-seo’s face.

When Seung-yeon pulled up the already rolled t-shirt higher, the flat chest was revealed. Though there wasn’t much pleasure in kneading it since it had no flesh and was just flat, the skin itself was soft. He’d thought the skin was flawless except for one mole near the eye whenever he saw the face, and finding that not just the face but the body’s skin also felt clear, he stroked it several more times with his hand.

Whether from the cold or from the caressing hand, the nipples had hardened more than when the clothes were first removed. While checking if Lee Il-seo might wake, he slightly twisted the small, pointed thing between his thumb and index finger.

His dark gaze touched Lee Il-seo’s face out of habit, but the drunk man showed no change in expression.

The impulse grew stronger. His hand moved past the stomach that rose and fell with each languid breath and the small navel, reaching the pants.

Seung-yeon undid the round button and pulled down the closed zipper. As the black jeans parted, the band of tight white underwear was revealed. The contour visible below the underwear was clearly that of a man.

It was completely different from the bodies he’d had sex with before. But it didn’t bother him at all. His usually relaxed brow slightly creased.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a losing game. Yet contrary to his thoughts, his hand had already slipped between the lean lower abdomen and the band.

While kissing, he pushed his hand deeper. Unlike touching the chest or stomach, inside the underwear was a bit warmer and felt damp. Below the coarse pubic hair, he touched soft flesh.

That was when his impulsive movements first hit the brakes. He released the overlapped lips and clearly took in the white face.

The moment he saw the long eyes curved to the side, the dense eyelashes, the small upturned nose as if sculpted, and the swollen plump lips, his already erect member twitched slightly on its own. It wasn’t the boy’s image, but seeing Lee Il-seo’s features that aroused his desire more.

“Fuck.”

His hesitant hand gripped the round flesh and shaft, rolling them gently. Ridiculously, while Lee Il-seo’s flesh that filled his hand was softly limp without any tension, his own cock felt like it would burst from heat.

Some kind of stubbornness bloomed into an obsession that Lee Il-seo should respond too. He kneaded the unresponsive cock while obsessively licking and sucking until saliva overflowed between the red lips.

“…Hnh.”

That’s when Lee Il-seo’s hot breath flowed between their touching lips. It was the first response shown by Lee Il-seo, who had been lying limp like a corpse all along.

Il-seo, who made a pained sound, tried to close his thin legs, but he continued kissing regardless. Lee Il-seo’s thin eyelids that had been tightly closed trembled finely, and his slick lips wet with saliva moved ticklishly.

“Uh, haa.”

Once started, the moans didn’t stop. He didn’t want to remember exactly, but by then his own mind was also burning red hot. Though it was his first time touching a man’s thing, he explicitly rubbed between the glans and shaft while tightening his grip as if masturbating.

“Uuh, nnh…”

“Mm.”

While responding softly to the moans, he thought that if Lee Il-seo weren’t drunk, he would have been leaking precum already. His hand’s movements grew faster. The small reactions that the drunk man who couldn’t even control his body leaked from being unable to handle the stimulation were particularly arousing.

Lee Il-seo resembled the boy.

And he got hard without issue even after seeing Lee Il-seo’s Beta male body.

So what would come next?

Seung-yeon slowly opened his eyes, and his dark wet eyes obsessively traced Lee Il-seo’s flushed face.

Could he sleep with this kid?

He’d never mixed bodies with an actor from the same production before. Moreover, Lee Il-seo was a Beta male with bad rumors. The process of persuading him after having relations while drunk would obviously be troublesome too. No matter how they got entangled, it would only bring him disadvantage, yet he was the one in heat now, biting and sucking this guy.

If asked “can you do it,” he probably could. His cock was rock hard, and Lee Il-seo was this loose. In this rock bottom situation brought on by an obsession with a past he wanted to hide, the dilemma of whether to cross the line or not confused his mind.

“Oh, uuhh.”

However, the moans flowing between his lips felt somehow closer to a voice. He slightly separated their tightly pressed lips. Lee Il-seo, furrowing his brow, rubbed the back of his hand over the mole firmly planted near his eye as he opened his eyes.

Lee Il-seo, blinking unfocused eyes as if dreaming, irritably pulled out the hand inside his underwear and then smacked his lips while scratching his stomach.

The moment coldness settled in his eyes at this clear sign of rejection, Il-seo’s lips moved and he muttered faintly:

“Gonna throw up.”

He asked again in disbelief, and the answer was the same.

“Going to… throw up.”

Lee Il-seo, his eyes half-open as if stinging, pressed his palm firmly against his lips and suddenly sat up. Staggering this way and that, he got off the large bed and dragged his feet out of the room.

“This bastard…”

After biting back a curse upon realizing it wasn’t moans but nausea he was expressing, he hurriedly followed Il-seo. Il-seo hadn’t gone far. He growled fiercely at the back figure standing lost in the middle of the hallway, covering his mouth with shuddering shoulders.

“If you throw up there, you’re dead, seriously.”

Seung-yeon grabbed Il-seo’s forearm and dragged him to the nearest bathroom, shoving him in. After seeing him drop to his knees in front of the toilet, he closed the door, and seconds later came the horrible sound of violent retching.

After the sound of choking continued for a while, the toilet flushing could be heard.

 Seung-yeon leaned against the wall, dropping his head. Though not as swollen as before, his member was still mildly erect, maintaining its aroused state.

As  Seung-yeon returned to his room feeling indescribably awful, when he reached the door, the unnaturally long silence from the bathroom became suspicious and an uneasy feeling rose. He walked back down the hallway, clenching his fist until veins stood out.

Bang bang bang.

Seung-yeon pounded on the bathroom door as if to break it. But there was no response. A fierce voice scratched out of his throat automatically.

“Lee Il-seo.”

“…”

“Hey!”

Seung-yeon remembered spitting out random crude curses like “fuck” and “damn it.” Thinking he should have just sent him off with Park Jae-ho, he roughly turned the doorknob and flung open the door to find a figure sprawled out on the shining tiles.

Making snoring sounds, Lee Il-seo was sleeping peacefully with his legs spread, his pants buckle still undone.

He nudged Il-seo’s leg with his foot. His knee wobbled but Il-seo didn’t wake. Though he desperately wanted to pretend not to notice, they had to go to the filming location together tomorrow. He’d already played the part of taking responsibility for the drunk Il-seo. If others found out that far from taking him home, he’d let him sleep in a cold bathroom, it would be awkward. Moreover, this brat had been groaning until dawn the day before, so sleeping here could make him sick again.

And above all else, there was something most important.

There was a kiss scene tomorrow. And Il-seo had fallen asleep without washing after throwing up.

“Lee Il-seo.”

About to kick him hard with his foot, he belatedly remembered Il-seo had injured his thigh and squatted down on the bathroom floor with his knees facing outward.

“Brush your teeth before sleeping.”

Snore snore.

Though anger flared, seeing him sleeping so peacefully like a child also brought sympathy – such difficult-to-explain mixed feelings arose. When standing before Il-seo, the carefully constructed solid mask was developing deeper and deeper cracks.

“Il-seo.”

“…”

“If you were just a little less pretty, I really would have hit you.”

After muttering words that wouldn’t be heard anyway, he stood up and opened the cabinet. He opened one of the disposable toothbrush sets stacked like in a hotel for visiting guests. After squeezing out an excessive amount of toothpaste, he knelt down beside Il-seo on one knee.

When Seung-yeon roughly grabbed and pulled the brown hair, the lips parted naturally. He roughly inserted the toothbrush between them. White mint-scented foam bubbled between the plump lips. It was his first time cleaning someone in his life.

While brushing Il-seo’s teeth, toothpaste foam got all over his face. After tucking him under his arm, he also washed his face with lukewarm water and cleansing foam, and when his clothes got very wet in the process, he stripped them all off, placed him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket.

That was what happened yesterday. And Lee Il-seo truly seemed to remember nothing. After coming to his senses in the morning, he had consistently worn a face that looked like he was suffocating to death.

He could not, and did not want to, speak of all this unnecessary trouble and cleanup that happened overnight.  Seung-yeon slowly turned a page of the script while listening to music. The tips of his feet under his crossed legs swayed gently in time with the beat.

In truth, neither Il-seo’s vomiting nor the trouble of cleaning him was significant anymore – it was all in the past. The only thing important to  Seung-yeon was that he hadn’t been able to confirm whether he could sleep with Il-seo.

At some point,  Seung-yeon’s lips curved into a relaxed smile as he deeply inhaled Il-seo’s familiar body scent filling the car.