Vol 3 Ch 17

The final play. They had advanced twenty yards to the other team’s touchdown line.

 

A tremendous roar erupted from the stands. Ragged breaths scattered between helmets. It was their last chance to attack. It was up to the quarterback to follow the coach’s instructions or change the direction of the offense based on the opponent’s movements.

 

The offense began. Woodson’s quarterback took off running. The opposing players on the defensive line swarmed him. A huge scramble ensued. The excited crowd screamed.

 

Woodson’s quarterback, thought to be down, emerged from between the defenders. It was an almost unbelievable move that had people wondering how he could have avoided it. Turning away from the onrushing defensive tackle, he threw with precision to the opponent’s line. The waiting wide receiver snatched the ball and ran.

 

“A perfect touchdown!”

 

A cheer erupted from the sidelines. Woodson’s players gathered around their quarterback, the man who had won the day. The excited coach jumped in as well. But the Woodson quarterback turned away from his teammates and ran toward the stands.

 

A boy in the stands jumped out of his seat. As he approached the sideline, Phillip took off his helmet. His hair, drenched in sweat, blew in the wind. Their eyes met. Phillip smiled broadly and reached for the boy’s hand. The moment he touched the boy’s warmth, he felt a rush of emotion fill the gap he thought would never be filled.

 

It was a perfect touchdown.

 

***

 

“…….”

 

When he opened his eyes, he didn’t realize what he was doing for a long time.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

His big, kind eyes smiled at him . The boy from his dream and the person in front of him merged into one. The blood slowly rushed to his head.

 

“…How long have I been asleep?”

 

“An hour ago. The movie’s almost over.”

 

Inseop pointed to the screen and laughed. Lee Wooyeon suddenly remembered that he had been watching a movie before falling asleep.

 

It was a standard teen romance comedy about a popular quarterback in school who falls in love with a nerdy girl who transfers from the countryside. It was so fucking boring that he’d fallen asleep on Inseop’s knee less than ten minutes into the movie.

 

“Did you enjoy it?”

 

Wooyeon asked, and Inseop smiled vaguely. Even he, who enjoyed most movies, found it unbearable.

 

“Then why did you watch it?”

 

“Just because it reminded me of the old days.”

 

Inseop muttered to himself as he watched the main characters on the screen. The male lead swept the female lead into a hug and kissed her, ignoring the stares.

 

Apparently, the movie reminded him of his school days in the United States. Or at least, that’s what he dreamed of when he fell asleep at the beginning of the movie.

 

“If we go back to that time, will you be in a relationship with me?”

 

Lee Wooyeon asked. Inseop choked back a laugh.

 

“Even if I wanted to, I probably wouldn’t….”

 

Lee Wooyeon kissed Inseop’s knee. “Maybe,” he teasingly trailed off.

 

“…Because Mr. Wooyeon was popular back then….”

 

“Are you saying I’m an unpopular actor now?”

 

“No. Popular. You’re not unpopular. You even won a movie festival award.”

 

Inseop shook his head desperately and pointed to the golden trophy Lee Wooyeon had received not long ago.

 

“Just kidding.”

 

Lee Wooyeon burst out laughing. Inseop let out a small breath.

 

Wooyeon had cut back on his work hours to spend more time with Inseop, and Inseop, who didn’t know about it, was freaking out whenever he talked about being popular.

 

Why was he getting so pretty without any measures?

 

Lee Wooyeon rested his cheek on Inseop’s knee and thought seriously about it.

 

The movie ended with the main characters going about their daily routine at school. As he watched, he muttered a thought that suddenly flashed through his mind.

 

“I wish I had known Mr. Inseop when I was in school.”

 

“…I did know you.”

 

There was a tiny hint of resentment in his muttering.

 

“If you know, please acknowledge me.”

 

Lee Wooyeon said shamelessly. Inseop laughed wordlessly. He reached out his hand. Inseop rubbed his cheek against his large palm. It was the silly, endearing side of Inseop that had been growing on him lately.

 

Lee Wooyeon tugged at him. Their positions changed. On top of Inseop, Lee Wooyeon bent down and kissed him. Their lips gently met and parted, their breathing hot and tight.

 

Lee Wooyeon lifted the hem of Inseop’s robe. His slender body rose and fell in time with his rapid breathing. He looked down at the disheveled Inseop beneath him.

 

“…What’s wrong?”

 

Inseop asked in surprise as Lee Wooyeon suddenly looked at him.

 

“Because it’s a waste.”

 

“What?”

 

“I should have just fucked you that day.”

 

“…….”

 

He didn’t know what he meant, but he was sure it was a sarcastic remark, so Inseop didn’t say anything.

 

“I was so scared of being hated by Mr. Inseop even in my dreams.”

 

Wooyeon muttered a deprecating mantra to himself and leaned down to kiss the nape of Inseop’s neck. Then he whispered his name in his ear. “Peter.

 

Inseop’s face flushed all at once. Inseop had already cried once in bed when Lee Wooyeon had spoken obscenities in English, scaring Inseop into thinking he was someone else, so speaking English was tacitly taboo between them. Especially in this atmosphere.

 

[Do you want to say my name?]

 

“What? Ah…. Mr. Wooyeon.”

 

[Not that one.]

 

Lee Wooyeon nibbled on Inseop’s earlobe and whispered, “You know my name.” Lee Wooyeon’s voice was already low, but when he spoke English, it became even lower because of its unique resonance.

 

Since they had known each other in Korea, they spoke almost exclusively in Korean. …In short, speaking English with Lee Wooyeon made Inseop feel like he was talking to a stranger.

 

“Mr. Wooyeon, just….”

 

[Do you hate me because I was such an asshole back then?]

 

Wooyeon asked, stopping the kiss. Seeing the hurt in his eyes, Inseop quickly shook his head and hugged his neck. Then she called his name, just like he asked her to.

 

Lee Wooyeon began to rain kisses down on him. It was a passionate courtship. He kissed Inseop’s entire body with the intention of devouring him. He removed his shirt and pulled down his pants. Rubbing his lips over his underwear, Lee Wooyeon called Inseop’s English name again. Luckily, he didn’t speak English anymore except for his name.

 

Inseop gripped the handle of the couch and stopped breathing. His hot breath hit his underwear and tickled underneath. A lump of somewhat shaped flesh rose above the underwear. Lee Wooyeon sucked on it with his underwear on.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Inseop gasped. Lee Wooyeon continued to run his tongue and lips over the underwear, and Inseop became frustrated. The added stimulation on top of the thin, saliva-soaked fabric was driving him crazy.

 

“Mr. Wooyeon, wait, …ah, I….”

 

Lee Wooyeon didn’t back down, rolling the hardened flesh in his mouth. Inseop buried his face in his palm. His toes tingled. It wasn’t long before he ejaculated, still in his underwear.

 

Lee Wooyeon immediately pulled Inseop’s underwear down. He looked at Inseop’s semen-soaked penis with satisfaction and called out to him, “Mr. Inseop.” Inseop managed to lift his head and meet his eyes.

 

“Are you going to cry today?”

 

Nine times out of ten, Inseop cried during s*x. No matter if Lee Wooyeon was too sweet, or too persistent, or too rough, or too promiscuous. …he cried all the time.

 

He thought about asking him why he was asking, but then he said, “I won’t cry.”

“You’re going to cry.”

 

Wooyeon laughed and kissed Inseop’s cheek playfully.

 

The things he said during s*x sometimes had a double meaning.

 

He’d tell Inseop to hold it in, and he’d enjoy it more if he couldn’t hold it in and ejaculated; he’d tell him to be dirty, and he’d like it more if he did something dirty and Inseop cried because he was scared; he’d tell him to say dirty things, and he’d be more excited if Inseop stuttered.

 

Even though they’ve been together for years, Inseop can’t quite put his finger on the intent of the dirty words that Wooyeon throws at him in bed.

 

Lee Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s hand and kissed his fingers.

 

“What we didn’t do that day, let’s do it today.”

 

He didn’t even bother to ask when that day was. Lee Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s thighs and pulled them up, then buried his face between them and started licking down.

 

“Uh, wait…, I don’t like that, …no.”

 

Inseop tried to push Lee Wooyeon away, helplessly, but was pinned down by the overwhelming difference in strength. Inseop covered his face with his palms. He was so embarrassed that he felt like he was going to cry. What’s more, every time he sucked down, Wooyeon would always say with a crooked smile.

 

“Do you know, Inseop, that you feel more when I suck your pussy than when I suck your cock?

 

That always made Inseop burst into tears, and it didn’t matter how hard he tried not to. Even now, tears were welling up in his eyes. Between his legs, he could see Lee Wooyeon’s handsome face, his eyes smiling narrowly. Inseop’s face flushed bright red. Lee Wooyeon deliberately licked his hole lazily with his tongue and stared at Inseop.

 

Inseop was confused.

 

Should he cry or not? …What should he do?

 

“Here, do you like being licked?”

 

Lee Wooyeon asked. Inseop choked back tears and said yes. For some reason, he felt like he shouldn’t cry today.

 

Wooyeon raised one eyebrow in surprise, then smiled and kissed Inseop’s ankle. Licking his ankle, he draped one of Inseop’s legs over his shoulder and tried to penetrate him. Inseop shuddered slightly. He exhaled and gripped the couch as he realized his hole wasn’t opened.

 

“…Is this okay?”

 

Lee Wooyeon asked. Inseop hesitated, then nodded. The flesh pushed through the barely there gap and penetrated deeper. Inseop’s thighs quivered.

 

“Ahhh…”

 

Inseop pushed himself up and grabbed Lee Wooyeon’s forearm. He wanted to tell him to stop, but the moment their eyes met, he shut up. Lee Wooyeon was giving him an intense stare.

 

“Mr. Inseop.”

 

When he said his name, Inseop’s chest throbbed. He didn’t know if he realized it, but every time he said his name, Lee Wooyeon smiled. Inseop wanted to make him feel better somehow.

 

“…uh.”

 

Inseop hugged Lee Wooyeon’s neck, ignoring the throbbing pain below. He could feel Wooyeon pause. Inseop kissed his cheek while still holding his neck.

 

“I like it, more, …I like it.”

 

He heard Wooyeon mutter a low curse as he continued to thrust into him. Inseop gasped and swallowed hard. Tears threatened to burst from his eyes, but he bit his lip and held them back. He didn’t want to cry, not today, not for Wooyeon.

 

Wooyeon moved his waist roughly, and Inseop wrapped his arms around his neck. He was being torn apart below. He held back his tears, and Inseop continued to brush his lips against his cheek.

 

“…Ah, argh…, ugh.”

 

“If it hurts, why are you acting like you’re okay? Did you do something wrong to me?”

 

Inseop quickly shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

 

“It’s not like that, it’s because I like…, well, Mr. Wooyeon, I like…. Aah!”

 

Lee Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s waist with all his might and slammed him down. Inseop’s head snapped back.

 

“… F**k it, it’s okay no matter what you did wrong. Mr. Inseop… Even if you want to kill me, I will die.”

 

“N., ah! … Ha.”

 

Lee Wooyeon started biting the back of Inseop’s neck as if chewing it. The violent back-breaking continued.

 

He knew how much Lee Wooyeon had cared about his situation, and he suddenly found out about s*x. Inseop never told him to stop, but instead hugged Lee Wooyeon and repeatedly told him that it was okay. At first he was just trying to make him feel better, but as time went by he really liked it. Lee Wooyeon lost his composure and rushed at him, his lips, his flesh cutting into his body, the heat, everything was good.

 

Inseop was almost out of his mind. Nevertheless, he continued to kiss Lee Wooyeon while desperately holding back his tears. Later, Lee Wooyeon was almost out of his mind. The two clung to each other like animals and had s*x.

 

In the end, Inseop, who ejaculated three times in a row, fell limp, without the power to even lift his hand. In the midst of his vague consciousness, he saw Lee Wooyeon soaking a towel in warm water and wiping his body.

 

“… I really didn’t cry today.”

 

He could feel the rough energy in his voice when said that. He tried to ask why, but he couldn’t stand the sleepiness any longer.

 

He just lost consciousness.