Personal Manager

17.  Whose mark is that?

 

Gun gently seated the smaller man at the edge of the bed and stood between his beautiful legs to dry his damp hair. They had both showered that morning.

 

The event is over, but some people are still improperly dressed, shirtless, and showing off their toned muscles. They deserve to be punished.

 

kiss!

"If you don't sit still, when will my hair ever dry?" the young model chimed in softly after the sweet-faced boy kissed his stomach. 

 

It wasn't that he disliked it, but right now, Kel should lower his head to make it easier to dry his hair. If he kept teasing him by touching and kissing him all over his body, he'd probably end up having a passionate encounter before work. Today, he had a talk show with models about self-care tips and past work experiences.

 

"So naughty," the small lips murmured, but he didn't stop. This time, he kissed him again, right in the crotch through his thin boxer shorts. The moment their mouths touched, Kel could tell that Gun was still in a normal mood because that area wasn't excessively bulging or pulling.

 

"Don't be stubborn," the tall man said sternly.

 

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore," the slender figure said, then giggled happily.

 

"You're such a rascal! What would you say if I caught you every day?"

 

"I like it," he replied confidently, looking up into his sharp eyes without any fear.

 

"Be careful. Don't provoke me too much," 

 

Gun always had to control his emotions whenever he was near the petite manager. Especially when they were working in crowded places, gazing up close at Kel’s sweet face would always bring back memories of their time in bed. But he had to restrain himself and wait until they were alone together.

 

"I'm so scared," Kel said, but his face showed nothing like fear. He only sat still after being scolded again, not moving until his hair was almost dry. The scent of the shampoo he usually used was intoxicating and alluring. Gun bent down and inhaled deeply, then pulled back and gently stroked his hair.

 

"Don't you usually wash your hair before bed?"

 

"Well, I was in a hurry last night," Gun said, a smile playing on his lips as he understood the reason for the rush.

 

"I'm sorry for making you lose your temper like that. I'll try to be less handsome next time," the self-absorbed man said with a straight face.

 

"It's not about being handsome," the slender figure retorted, tilting his head up. Now, the man's hand moved down to cup his cheeks, drawing the focus to his face.

 

"Am I not handsome? Didn't you say so?"

 

This moment left the shorter man stunned—by the soft, deep voice that asked the question and the intense gaze that locked into his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, waiting for an answer.

 

"He's handsome, yes. But last night I was afraid of being left alone, so I had to hurry. We haven't slept together in many nights."

 

"So you took this opportunity to tease me even more than before, asking to have sex with me even after you had already climbed on top of me. You probably knew I wouldn't be able to resist your moves."

 

"Brother," Gun knew very well that Kel was a flirt and a seducer, but last night was truly extraordinary. Both the oral sex and the moment Kel was on top of him—every image was still replaying painfully in his mind.

 

"Do you like it?"

 

"Do you even need to ask?" Right now, what is there about Kel that Gun doesn't like? He's so infatuated with him that he's completely lost his mind.

 

"If you like it, I'll do it often," Kel said, smiling. So cute...

 

"I like it. Very much."

 

Gun responded instantly before bending down to kiss Kel's soft lips gently. He inserted his moist tongue to savour the sweetness. Kel himself kissed back. Their tongues playfully intertwined, easily igniting a wave of passion because both were already highly sensitive to each other's physical touch.

 

"Mmm," a soft moan escaped Kel’s lips as slender arms wrapped around his neck. After a satisfying kiss, Gun pulled away, gazing into those beautiful eyes he adored. Unable to resist, he extended his tongue to lick Kel’s lips. The swelling returned once more. The petite boy smiled shyly, immediately biting his lip.

 

"You're looking at me like that again." My face started to flush because those sharp eyes could always kill me indirectly.

 

"Hee"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I want to cook for you today. I bought some groceries the other day, but I wasn't in the mood to cook because I was thinking about someone."

 

"I envy him, the one you're thinking about," even though he knew perfectly well that the other person was referring to him, he pretended not to know.

 

"He's so mean! If we could go shopping together, I wouldn't be so lonely," Kel said, puffing out his cheeks in a sulky manner.

 

"Is that a sign of loneliness? Walking around picking up everything until the shopping cart is full."

 

"Huh?" His slender eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

 

"..." Gun fell silent, realising he had let it slip.

 

"How did you know?" the short manager began to press, his suspicions still unfulfilled.

 

"guess"

 

"No, tell me straight, how did Gun know I picked up everything?" Which was true. The other day, Kel was going to go shopping to relieve boredom, but being alone made it even more boring. All he could think about was Gun, making him want to pick up the shopping cart and fill it with a mix of essential and non-essential items. By the time I got back to my room, I wasn't in the mood to do anything, and I wasn't hungry either.

 

"Tell me," he said again when he saw that the other person remained silent. Gun kept pestering him until finally he had to confess.

 

"Really?" The shorter person looked disbelieving because, after the photoshoot, they parted ways immediately, and the young model didn't seem to want to talk at all.

 

"I walk you back to your condo every day. Why? Is there anything strange about me being worried about you?" Gun was very worried and didn't dare let Kel go anywhere.

Coming here alone, I have to pretend to be shy even though I want to pull him into a hug. I don't like it when he looks downcast, which is so different from his usual cheerful personality.

 

"So, for three days, Gun didn't really talk to me. When we went to work, we drove separate cars, and after work, we each went home separately..."

 

"Yes, I followed you the whole time. I wanted to make sure you arrived at the condo safely."

 

"..." The listener was taken aback and speechless.

 

"I made sure to escort you all the way to your room. I was afraid you’d notice," because I could enter this condo whenever I pleased, but I still maintained a distance.

 

"I didn't know," the sweet face shook slightly, still stunned that someone was following him because he hadn't been able to think about anything else. He had barely paid attention to their surroundings.

 

"Let's get back to cooking."

 

"I'm so glad! I thought you weren't interested, Gun. I was so upset, you know?" The shorter person still wouldn't let the topic go. A smile immediately appeared on their face. Looking back, I feel incredibly happy. The person who was cold and distant for three whole days actually cared a lot about him.

 

"Of course I know. I've been observing you all along."

 

"But Gun never looks at me," Kel said. "He doesn't even look at me at work. He's silent unless I initiate a conversation."

 

"I'm looking. I told you I like looking at your face," he said, taking advantage of the moment when the shorter man was looking down. Knowing that the other man was about to look in his direction, he quickly averted my gaze.

 

"crazy people"

 

"Hmm, by the way, what menu will I be having for breakfast this morning?"

 

"Whatever Gun wants to eat, if we have enough ingredients, we can make it all. It's not that I'm an expert, but I'll follow YouTube cooking tutorials," the slender figure chuckled softly, clearly just a little bit skilled about cooking.

 

"Is it possible to create a menu item called 'Personal Manager'?"

 

"I already ate last night, isn't that enough?" Kel knew Gun was saying it on purpose to make him blush.

 

"No matter how much I eat, it's never enough. I keep wanting more." A heartfelt truth, I found joy in savouring the company of the little one. I'm so full, but I still want to eat more, like someone who can't get enough.

 

"I thought you were satisfied after eating only once."

 

"I'm worried about you getting tired, that's all. I can't help but feel sorry for you when you have difficulty walking."

 

"Actually, I wanted you to eat more, but I saw you stop, so I didn't say anything." This is the truth from Kel.

 

"Next time, you should say you want to extend the term. Up until now, I've been the only one asking to extend." It's a shame. I wish I could go back to last night.

 

"Shall we continue? In the kitchen, like before." But the other person surprised him again. "But you have to let me finish cooking first. We need to recharge our energy."

 

"You dare say that because you know I don't have time, right? I have to go to the gym before noon, and then I have a filming schedule in the afternoon."

 

"So, I guess we're out of luck then. That's too bad." Actually, Kel already knew that this amount of time wasn't enough for them to have sex. If they were going to do it, at the very least, it would have to be an hour

 

"You little rascal," Gun said, giving him a reproachful look. "It's okay if you don't do it now. We'll be together for a long time."

 

"By the way, have you remembered the answer for today's task?"

 

"After reading it briefly, the modelling agency briefed me on the answers to be too perfect." 

 

This was a question from the show sent to the modelling agency to prepare the best answer

 

"Regarding the specifications for the type of boyfriend you want, it says you can answer however you like. Even if you like that person  a lot, you're not allowed to mention any names, okay?" The petite figure said.

 

What kind of person do you like? Working in this industry is no different from being a robot. You have to speak exactly as scripted. It's a good thing they didn't even brief you on the specifications!

 

"I'm going to say it. I'm going to tell them I like my personal manager," Gun said, undeterred.

 

"Hey!" Knowing he was joking, Kel didn't argue further.

 

Gun immediately scooped Kel up into his arms before walking out to the kitchen area. There were still dried traces of semen on the floor. As he glanced over, he saw that a fleeting glance was enough to make both Kel’s cheeks flush red like ripe tomatoes. The tall man chuckled softly with satisfaction before bending down to give him a loud kiss.

 

"Whose is this? Please clean it up," the slender figure said softly, still feeling embarrassed.

 

"Whatever flows from someone's body belongs to that person."

 

"But it belongs to Gun!"

 

The young model chuckled again at the sight of the man's face turning red and his eyes widening as he argued back. He had only said it to help him visualise his semen flowing out from there.

 

"Okay, I understand. I'll handle it."

 

Having finished speaking, he gently placed the smaller person down, then walked over to grab an apron and put it on them. Kel’s scent was so intoxicating that Gun pressed his sharp nose into the white neck once more. The cute face turned back slightly, and a moan sounded a moment later.

 

"Ugh," because the round mass was being squeezed.

 

"So, what are you going to cook for me?"

 

"That's right, Gun just keeps wanting to eat me, that's all. He can't choose a menu item, can he?" Due to the time constraints, they ended up just cooking and eating together. The busy model had to get in shape before the shoot.

 

The petite figure stood in front of the mirror after getting dressed. His slender hand gently stroked the hickey on his beautiful collarbone that Kant had left the night before, and he smiled to himself like a madman before pulling his shirt up to cover it. Their lovemaking had been so intense.

 

Kel arrived at the meeting place exactly at noon because he had to wait for the model to get his makeup and hair done. Being late or forgetting his schedule never happened to him. Ever since his mind was focused on this person, Gun, who had changed the habits of a late riser into someone who wanted to wake up early to soak in the atmosphere of hugs and kisses in bed before going to work.

 

"You're early!" After a short wait, a familiar voice came from behind me.

 

The slender figure quickly turned around and saw that today Gun was wearing a long-sleeved, navy-blue mandarin-collar shirt that made his muscular chest look wider than before, and he had also tucked it in. These cream-coloured, cropped trousers, which revealed just a little bit of the ankles, made me involuntarily admire how stylish they looked.

 

"Your gaze..."

 

"No, I wasn't thinking anything," Gun's eyes darted around nervously before he quickly turned around and walked inside. The tall man smiled happily and followed closely behind. They went up to the studio on the floor where the show was being filmed. This wasn't a taped recording, but a live broadcast. It was an interview with representatives from the country's top three modelling agencies. The number one agency was undoubtedly Dinnanon's, the one that Tulakorn, the chairman, had previously approached Gun to become a model under. Still, Gun was already under contract with G. Modelling. He didn't regret it because if he wasn't here, he didn't know where he would find his personal manager, Kel.

 

"Hi, Gun." I just found out that Tin's modelling agency sent Namwan for an interview today.

 

"Hi, how are you, Namwan?" Seeing that Gun was meeting a model from another agency, Kel excused himself and waited in the area for personal managers.

 

"I'm fine. It's been a long time," the striking young woman said in a friendly manner, her bright smile unchanged.

 

"yes"

 

"Can we schedule a meal together sometime? Are you free? I'll invite Toey and Tin too." We all know each other.

 

"It's available. There's not that much work," he replied.

 

"I saw that there's a series."

 

"Please follow me."

 

"Yes." Even though we don't see each other often, our conversations are still the same.

 

Gun had finished his makeup and hair but hadn't changed his clothes yet. He excused himself to go to the restroom because he wanted some encouragement from the person who had been taking care of him so closely. They hardly ever got to talk in crowded places. 

 

Upon arriving, he immediately called his personal manager, explaining that he had a stomachache and was afraid he wouldn't be able to film the show. He didn't have to wait long before he heard footsteps approaching.

 

"Gun!" Kel called out immediately, stopping in front of the closed door.

 

Crack!

"Ah!" He was startled when his arm was pulled inside.

 

His sharp nose immediately inhaled the scent of Kel's pale neck, filled with longing despite having only just been apart. His strong arms loosely embraced his slender waist.

 

"You trickster! You said you had stomachache!" The small fist lightly punched his broad chest once.

 

"I need some encouragement."

 

"It already smells good."

 

"Hmm..." he made a sound as a warning signal, tilting his cheek in anticipation.

 

*Kiss*

 

"That's enough. It's almost time."

 

The sound of running water came from outside, causing them both to look at each other in surprise and fear that someone might overhear their conversation. Some immediately covered their mouths and stood frozen, wondering who could have come in at this hour.

 

Crack!

He immediately opened the door and left the smaller person alone inside. They'd only been together for a few minutes before someone interrupted—and it was a model from the modelling agency that we're filming with today.

 

"Oh, I thought it was someone else in the restroom," the young man greeted.

 

"I came to take a phone call. Come on, let's hurry, it's almost time." Gun put his arm around the model's neck and immediately walked out of the restroom. They had worked together before but weren't very close. He was probably surprised when Gun put his arm around his neck, as if they were close friends.

 

As the sound faded into the distance, Kel breathed a sigh of relief before hurrying out of the bathroom and heading straight to a seat to wait and watch the show. He was about to take a picture, but his heart was still racing. I hate these risky situations.

 

"Welcome back to our live talk show, from noon to 2 PM. As we've already mentioned, we have three special guests this break."

 

"People from numerous modelling shoots in magazines," the female host began, opening the segment with a smile.

 

"Please welcome Nongkant, Nongnamwan, and Nongmeen," the other host continued.

Then the handsome, beautiful models walked out in front of the camera, bowed to the audience, and sat down on the long sofa between the two presenters.

 

The program proceeded by firing questions at each person, all asking the same question, starting with Namwan. 

 

"Tell me about the beginning of your journey into the modelling world. Let's start with Namwan."

 

The female model answered confidently, smiling at the camera, followed by another male model. When it was Gun's turn, he recounted his journey from his very first modelling job in Canada. The petite manager listened, feeling as if he were getting to know his model better. 

 

Actually, they'd been together for a while, but he'd never asked about his personal life. Regarding Gun's family, he only knew that his mother was in Canada with a new family, and his father lived in the countryside with his grandmother. This was all he knew from his personal history before he even took on this role.

 

"We've now met the handsome guys and beautiful girls. This is probably the question many of you have been waiting for: What's their relationship status?"

 

"Is your heart still available? If so...what's your ideal partner like?"

 

"I'm available. Regarding the specifications..." Namwan replied first.

 

"This person is definitely busy, from what everyone knows," the male host joked.

 

"Yes," the young model nodded.

 

"Tell us, Meen, how is your relationship with a boy outside the entertainment industry going?"

 

"That's good. My fans like him, too."

 

After hearing his junior's interview, Gun immediately felt jealous. Why is dating someone outside the industry so openly public? Some people in the industry also reveal similar things, but why is it inappropriate for him to want to date his personal manager?

 

"Now, let's talk about Nong Kant."

 

"Yes, we think the show's fans would like an update on Nongkan's love life."

 

"Oh, I..." He paused for quite a while, making everyone in the studio wonder. "I don't have a girlfriend yet. And I don't really have a type." 

 

His sharp gaze swept over the man's face.

Just a quick personal check-up.

 

"Hey, but I saw Nongkant changing clothes, and there was a long scratch mark down the middle of his back. Da definitely didn't hit him."

 

"Wow, if he doesn't have a boyfriend, then who scratched his back? Whose mark is that?" The whispered words were very close to Kel’s ear.

 

"I was waiting to hear his interview about his boyfriend, but why does he say he doesn't have one?"

 

"Oh dear Mr Kel," they whispered amongst themselves, forgetting that they were sitting near the manager of the model they were talking about. Although Kel heard everything, he forced a smile, though he was worried inside. He hadn't checked Gun’s body to see if there were any marks he'd created. And the other person didn't complain of any pain either.

 

"Look at that, Mr Kel has a hickey." But the person whose name was called didn't hear this sentence.