Chapter 2 (1/1)

When we were driving out of the city, the atmosphere felt rather strained.“How was work?” I asked, trying to start a normal conversation and ease the tension.Immediately the man next to me started blurting out a story about a weird costumer. Chansung was cute when he was nervous. Honestly, his nervousness didn’t really surprise me. He must have suspected my reasons for inviting him over to my dad’s house at the country side, that my intentions might not be solely pure. Though nothing had been voiced out specifically, we had been lightly flirting with each other for months now, so both of us probably had similar expectations for the weekend. What did surprise me, was that I was nervous too. This wasn’t my first time, inviting a guy to my parents’ summer house for a fling, nor would it be my last. It was the perfect place to spend a weekend away with a hot guy, to get rid of any sexual tension before moving onto the next one, or to have a fling in between girlfriends. So this anxiety I was feeling didn’t make any sense, a bit of an overkill, really. Perhaps it was because of how slow the build-up had been. That would make sense. This had been such a long time coming it was normal I was feeling excited. But it was strange that it had taken me so long to get us to this point. Though, probably it had to do with the way we met. This was not my usual scene, picking up random shop assistants was not something I did on a regular basis, and it definitely hadn’t been my intention either this time, at least not to begin with. The first thing that had caught my attention was how genuinely sad he seemed when I told him my father was in the hospital, even though he didn’t know me at all, but probably he was just being polite. Also, he had been so overly helpful, I couldn’t help thinking it was kind of cute. Then again, that was his job. So when I left, I hadn’t expected us to meet ever again. But for one reason or another he kept popping up in my mind. So when I noticed my squash rackets were getting kind of worn out, there wasn’t really any reason why I wouldn’t go to his store, since I had gotten excellent service the first time. It had made me happy to see he was working when I came, and after I had picked out a new racket from his collection and paid, before leaving I added:“Thank you so much for your advice last time. You were absolutely correct, getting the guys on the fishing trip to talk about their previous catches was certainly the best way to keep them happy.”“Oh, I’m glad it worked” he had replied casually, but his smile was radiating, and he was so obviously thrilled that I had taken his advice, it was almost too cute to handle. So when I needed to go on a golf trip with some clients a week later, going to the store again seemed like the obvious choice. And when he shyly offered to help me with the golf basics later on, if I was interested, I was quick to agree.                                              So now it was already months since we first started meeting outside of his store. Normally it didn’t take more than a week, two at most, for a guy that had caught my interest to end up in my bed. I didn’t really know why I had been dragging things for so long. The timing had never been right, and also, he wasn’t really my type, not like the guys I usually went for. He was sexy certainly, his body was perfection and I could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to have him wriggling underneath me, to bury myself deep inside him, so that wasn’t what was holding me back. It was just… he was a bit different from what I was used to, sweeter maybe, so I wasn’t always sure how was the best way to approach him, to make things move forward. Bringing him to a love hotel somehow sounded wrong, and since I lived with my parents, bringing him home wasn’t exactly an option. So in one of our meetings, when he had talked about needing vacation, I jumped at the opportunity, planned this little trip of ours on the spot, and luckily he agreed to going. So now, the anticipation for the weekend was killing me, and I was sure his feelings were similar. “Should we put on some music?” I suggested, trying to keep my mind off my hopes for the evening, at least while I was driving. Eagerly he agreed, and went through my ipod and put on the songs he liked, slightly shaking his head to the beat and enthusiastically talking about musicians he liked. Somehow too adorable for a grown man. The car trip went by quickly and we stopped for dinner on the way, so by the time we reached the summer house it was already 10 o’clock in the evening.“Wow, it’s big” he said openmouthed as he stepped out of the car.“Wait until the morning, it’s a lot nicer in daylight” I replied, not hating on the fact that he was impressed. We stepped inside and I was greeted with a familiar smell. I turned on the light and everything was exactly the same as it had always been, ever since I was a kid. In amusement I watched how Chansung’s eyes opened up as he absorbed everything in, when I showed him around the house. After dropping our bags in our rooms we went down to the kitchen. I let Chansung take the room that was usually mine, while I stayed in my parents’ room, though I wasn’t expecting that to be the arrangement the entire weekend. “Are you hungry?” I asked, and a loud growl from Chansung’s stomach gave him away, making me laugh. It had already been revealed that this man really liked eating. Since it was already late, I put up some rice and ramen.“Sorry, we can make something better tomorrow” I apologized.“It’s fine, I like ramen” he replied with a smile, reminding me that he was not particularly difficult to please. After eating, I made him follow me to the living room and I opened up a nice bottle of red wine and turned on the fire place to create the correct mood. I could see him blushing when I sat down next to him, his cuteness pulling at my heart. “This house is amazing, do you come here often?” he asked, looking at me with those way too big puppy eyes of his, taking a small sip of his red wine.Relaxing, and leaning back in the couch, I told him that I had often come here as a child, but as I grew older my father’s business really took off, so he had less time to spend with the family, but my mom and I still came occasionally. I didn’t mention the “friends” I sometimes brought here, he didn’t really need to know about those. I also told him about a lake nearby and how we should go there the following day, that maybe we could do some fishing. The entire time I was describing the route and the lake, I felt his eyes on me, eating up my every word. Far from casually I placed my hand on his thigh, and I could see him gulp as I moved a little closer, the affect I had on him so obvious. It was such a turn-on, how he responded to me.“Have you always liked fishing?” I asked, now only inches away, my hand slightly stroking his thigh.“Not always, but a friend of mine loved to go, so his interest was contagious.”“I see…”“Actually…” and now Chansung looked shyly, yet boldly into my eyes as he added, “…It was an ex-boyfriend of mine.”“Hmm…” I felt a knot in my stomach. Not so subtly he was telling me that he was gay, and now he was carefully examining my face, seeing how I would react. After a while I added: “Are you… seeing anyone now?” and without realizing it, I held my breath until he answered:“No.”“That’s… good to know” I replied, smiling broadly. Honestly I hadn’t really expected him to be dating anyone, still I felt incredibly relieved at hearing him say it.“A-Are you?” Chansung bit his lower lip as he anxiously waited for my answer.“Dating anyone? No, not now.” I replied with a smile that got bigger when I saw how happy that made him, like all the happiness in the world had gathered in one smile. During our conversation, my hand had moved a little higher. His thighs were muscular and strong, and I could barely handle the hotness of the thought of having them wrapped around me. The closeness and the intimate conversation had made Chansung’s breathing a little heavier, and the tension between us was growing hotter. At this point, I either had to jump in and kiss those inviting lips or back off. To his disappointment, and my own surprise I chose the latter, and moved away with the excuse of getting us some more wine. I almost changed my mind though, when I saw the slight pout appearing on Chansung’s lips, making my heart skip a beat or two, and I wanted to smother him with kisses. Still, I tried to keep it cool, and poured us more wine. For a while longer, we drank and talked, but the tension was still there. Eventually, it had gotten late, so I suggested we’d call it a night. After putting out the fire, I lead the way up the stairs, until we were standing in front of the door to my room, where he was now staying. Chansung’s eyes were slightly glazed after the wine we had drunk and they seemed even larger in the poor lighting of the hallway.“Big plans tomorrow, so we should probably try to get some sleep,” I said, but like I was being pulled, I took a step in his direction, moving dangerously close.“Mmh… we should” he replied softly, his voice slightly hoarse, and the way he looked at me it was clear that sleep was the last thing on his mind.My hand moved up on its own, gently cupping his handsome face. After wetting his lower lip, Chansung left his mouth slightly open, his upper lip prominent and begging to be kissed. Lightly, my thumb graced over lips, touching them softly, turning his breath ragged and hot, mirroring my own. Like hypnotized I watched these lips as I let my thumb run along them once again. The air was filled with heavy tension, and his body arched towards me, begging to be kissed, craving to be touched. I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised when I suddenly moved away and with a short “good-bye” I had left for my room. As soon as I was there I pulled my hair in frustration, I wanted to scream at my own stupidity but I couldn’t risk it with him next door. What was wrong with me? I was anything but shy when it came to guys, or girls for that matter. Lack of confidence wasn’t exactly one of my bigger issues in life, so it made no sense I had chickened out. Why hadn’t I just claimed those lips like I wanted so badly? If I had, probably I would have his naked body pressed up against me right at this moment. Angrily I paced around the room for a while, extremely annoyed with myself. What was I so afraid of? Having his naked body finally in front of me? …underneath me? Of finally getting rid of the sexual frustration that had been building up over months? Of getting the release I was craving, feeling the ecstasy as I lost myself in him? Reveling in the bliss of the orgasm that would follow? Of this being over? As soon as the thought was there, I realized my problem. Of course after the sexual tension had been broken, our ways would part and I would never see him again. The tingling anticipation that always came before meeting him, gone. Maybe that was why I had been taking things so slowly, never pushing like I was used to. When I realized my problem it became even more annoying.“So what are you going to do, never sleep with him?” I muttered grumpily to myself. The main purpose of this trip was us finally having sex, and to never sleep with him, well I was absolutely sure that was not what I wanted. Calmer, but still annoyed with myself, I picked some sweatpants and a tank top from my bag and changed clothes. Then I let myself fall back on the bed. I was being silly and ridiculous. This trip was supposed to last for days, so it was not like we would immediately part if we would hit it off. On the contrary, the sooner we started to get physical, the more time we had left to spend in bed. Feeling irritated with my own idiocy, I crawled under the covers. Luckily, I still had tomorrow. I would seduce him, and we would still have plenty of time to rub that sexual frustration away. Eventually, I started to feel calmer, but the heat in my lower regions made it very clear that I was not going to fall asleep without getting some release. Though it was kind of a waste doing it by myself with an extremely hot guy in the next room, I told myself that tomorrow I would get my opportunity. So for now I sneaked my hand under the waistline of my sweatpants, lightly stroking my need. Closing my eyes I wondered what fantasy to go with. Quickly I settled on one of my favorite ones, where Chansung worked in a different kind of store, providing a different type of service. Where he would lick my cock for money, spread out for me, claiming I was his favorite customer, that my touch was the only one he craved, begging me to buy him from the shop owner, and then I would. My hand started moving faster as I pictured him going down on his knees, wanting to pay me back for the money I had spent to save him. I was really getting to the good part, when I was suddenly interrupted. Stopping, I held my breath as I listened to make sure, and then I heard it again – a soft knock on the bedroom door.