Personal Manager

5- I want the same thing

 

"If he moved, why didn't he tell us?" Nee asked, Sai, in front of the famous condo. The three of them drove back to the car, while Kel's car was parked nearby. Left it at the pub again, as usual.

 

"Or maybe he's busy with work," the young man pondered, trying to find a reason.

 

"You hold the key card, I'll let him ride on my back," Nee handed the key card back to Sai before squatting down to make it easier for the drunk man to get on his back.

 

"Hmm..." he kept muttering, ever since they were in the car. Even though Kel was drunk and unconscious, he was cooperative by raising his slender arm. He climbed up and wrapped his arms tightly around his friend's neck.

 

"I feel sorry for him. He shouldn't have challenged anyone," Sai shook his head, looking at his friend's condition.

 

"And look at how he's dressed. The people at the next table keep staring," Nee said while carrying the drunk guy. Luckily, he wasn't too heavy. As for the outfit, well, it was a shirt with the top two buttons undone, as preferred by petite individuals.

 

"I saw it too. They were staring like they wanted to devour it."

 

"He doesn't care about anything. That's how thoughtless people are." Every time they tell Kel that people are watching him while they're out, he doesn't react. Many people simply think that they aren't that interesting at all.

 

"Hey, can we just sleep in his room? I'm starting to feel dizzy, and I don't want to drive back."

 

"Mmm... mmm..." The drunk man groaned again.

 

"Don't bite my ear!" Nee blurted out immediately before walking into the elevator. Sai then pressed the button for the desired floor.

 

"I feel sorry for him," Sai could only say to Nee, as usual, while gazing at his friend's slender face as he slept.

 

"Wouldn't it be better to feel sorry for me? Are we almost there?" As they stepped out of the elevator, Nee asked again, feeling like they had walked a very long way down this floor, but still hadn't reached their destination.

 

"This is the last room, man."

 

"He’s heavy."

 

"Didn't you say he was lightweight?" From what he heard when Nee left the pub, he said he was lightweight and easy to carry.

 

"Once in a while, I get really stressed, too."

 

"I'm here!" Sai hurried to the door of the room. *Beep beep*

 

"Oh no!" Even after swiping the key card, they still couldn't open the door because the screen displayed a message saying "Please enter the Six-digit number password."

 

"Why?" Nee asked, frowning.

 

"Kel, what's the room code?" Sai shook the drunk man’s arm to get the answer.

 

I love you!

Look at their faces.

 

"Oh my!" The moment the door seemed to open from the inside, Sai exclaimed. Nee was also surprised to see a tall, muscular man standing there.

 

"Who are you?" the room owner asked.

 

"Is that Nong Gun? It's you in person!" The young man was still stunned by the model he had admired for so long, and now he was shirtless. And to top it all off, he has perfectly defined six-pack abs.

 

"Yes," Gun nodded in response, but his doubts remained.

 

"Why does my friend have this key card in his bag? Are they moving in together?" Nee asked, curious.

 

"Normally, I give my key card to my personal manager."

 

"But this is the only one Kel has. Where's his room key card?"

 

"Oh," he thought. Would he know? The young model was frowning as well. It wouldn't be surprising if Kel had accidentally taken his room key card.

 

What? But why didn't you take your own room key card? Does that mean you intend to sleep here?

 

"Oh, Kel, I'm going to hit you!" Sai made a gesture as if he were really going to hit the drunk person.

 

"He can sleep here," the room owner said to avoid any problems.

 

"I can take him back to my room to sleep," Nee said, not wanting to bother someone he had only known for a few days.

 

"He can stay here overnight. We'll still have to wake up and go to work together tomorrow morning anyway."

 

"Okay, then, please take care of him for me. He’s a bit too drunk from the alcohol."

 

"Is this a good idea?" Nee turned to ask Sai.

 

"Great, if you take him to sleep with you, will you be able to wake him up for work?" Kel is the hardest to wake up; they know that better than anyone.

 

"Don't worry," Gun assured him in a firm voice, reassuring Nee that it would be better for his friend to rest here rather than sleep elsewhere, or he won't be able to go to work tomorrow.

 

"He's a bit hard to wake up. He's fussy like a child if he has to wake up early," Sai said.

 

"Yes," Gun could only reply, feeling utterly exasperated. How old were they? Why did they act like children? And why didn't they care about their health by going out drinking every night?

 

Nee entered the room and went straight to the sofa, carefully placing his friend down, with Sai nearby to support him. Gun simply stood with his arms crossed, watching.

Only then, once everything was in order, Sai and Nee turned to say goodbye to the owner of the room. In truth, both of them were worried that Kel might be swayed if he were alone with Gun, but another part of them didn't want their friend to neglect his work.

 

After they were alone, the tall figure stood for a while, scrutinising the small body lying motionless, with only the faint sound of breathing audible. He looked tired, his small, talkative mouth slightly parted, and his thin, revealing shirt—if you looked closely, you could see quite a bit.

 

"Mmm," a moan escaped his lips.

 

"How did you get this drunk? You said you had a high tolerance for alcohol," Gun grumbled, and just then, Kel turned over.

 

Thump!

And then he fell off the sofa and landed squarely on the carpet without a single groan, as if he wasn't hurt at all. The tall man sighed heavily in exasperation before scooping his personal manager into his arms and carrying him into the bedroom. Whether drunk or sober, everyone needs a comfortable place to rest.

 

"Hmm..." Gun laid Kel down on the bed and was about to pull away, but his small hand fumbled around until it stopped at the edge of his jeans. He held on with his fingers, refusing to let go.

 

"Brother," Gun called out, snapping the drunk man back to reality. It was very late, but he hadn't showered yet. He had just taken off his shirt when the uninvited guest tried to intrude Coming into the room.

 

"..." There was no response, and now Gun was straddling Kel.

 

"If you don't let go, I'll really take you," he threatened the unconscious man, his words like mere whispers into the wind. His sharp eyes gazed at the sweet face...

 

"Om"

 

"Ha?"

 

"I miss Ohm," Kel called out again. Gun knew that this couldn't possibly be Kel's name.

 

"Which Om is it this time? One person in the morning, another at night." Just this morning, it was Man's older brother. The model sighed again.

 

"Mmm..." Just then, the small hand moved back to its own body, lifting the hem of the thin shirt until its nipples were almost visible. Just a little more...

It's very close to the brink.

 

His fair skin reflected the bedroom light until Gun's vision began to blur. Kel had let go of his hand a long time ago, but he himself refused to get up.

 

Wherever he went, he had the opportunity to examine the small face and somewhat partially covered body up close. In the past, Gun hadn't only been interested in women; cute, small men were his type. But he'd never approached someone so flirtatious and a night owl before because he didn't like them. He didn't like people who seemed too aggressive. But now, he couldn't deny that after that kiss, he wanted to kiss him again.

 

A sigh escaped his lips as he restrained himself from stealing a kiss from the drunk man. He definitely wouldn't do it without his consent. The tall man pulled away, giving the other man some privacy.

 

After a while, Kel could be heard shouting through the door, asking for a towel because Gun hadn't given him one earlier, but he remained silent. He didn't answer anything. I'm curious to see what his personal manager will do.

Crack!

 

"Gun, I need a towel," Kel said, peeking through the doorway, revealing a glimpse of his sweet face. The person sitting on the bed looked back with a knowing expression.

 

"No, we don't have any spares like other things," a deep voice replied curtly. Since he's making such a fuss, he should solve the problem himself.

 

"You can use mine, just borrow it for a little while."

 

"What do you want from me?" He's really good at double entendres.

 

"Hey! It's a towel, of course! Is this the time to be talking like that?" The shorter person frowned, eager to dry themselves off.

 

"So, I'm the one at fault?"

 

"No, I just wanted to borrow it."

 

"Just walk away. Your body doesn't affect me much," he lied completely. Even just a fleeting glimpse last night had aroused him to the point of having to help himself. If Kel came out naked, I'd probably pin him down on the bed.

 

"Hmm, you're brave," the shorter person said defiantly, a smirk playing on their lips.

 

"If you dare, come out," Gun said sternly.

"Will you be safe?"

 

"Just walk out, don't provoke me." Provoking me is another story, because he's not very patient with these things. If you dare challenge him...You'll get what you deserve.

 

"And what if I want to tease him?" Couldn't his manager just give in a little?

 

"So that's why you took my key card and went to the bar, huh? You wanted to sleep here, you wanted me to have sex with you."

 

"Wow!" The shorter person's eyes widened at the other's idea. He himself hadn't thought that far ahead before; he only started thinking about it when someone lit the fire. That's the sparkle.

 

"Hmph."

 

"Why would you think I wanted Gun to take him that much?"

 

"You like to flirt with me, but if it's not you, just walk away normally. No need to tease." 

 

Actually, Kel admitted that he enjoyed charming interesting men, but none were as captivating as the one in front of him now. The handsome model's face was exactly his type, but nothing compared to his gaze. He wanted him, but was playing hard to get. Kel could see through him. "Are you ordering me around?"

 

"Yes, I ordered it."

 

He was conflicted, wondering if he should really walk out naked. He didn't like being challenged like this by someone younger. 

 

After a moment of hesitation, he made a decision. They were both men; why should he be ashamed? His slender legs stepped out of the bathroom door, standing naked in front of the owner of the room, a desire to test the other's patience thwarted. Gun stared in disbelief, clenching his jaw to suppress his emotions. He didn't know what he was feeling. Didn't his personal manager have any fear? If it were someone else challenging him to walk out like this, would he do it? There were many other ways to do it, like just putting on his clothes.

 

"Sigh... Looking at me like that, I'm getting scared," he said, but his expression was defiant, showing no fear at all. He seemed more amused than scared.

 

"What would I be afraid of? How many people have you been with?"

 

".." This word sounds harsh, like being called promiscuous.

 

"...."

 

"Want to find out how many people I've been with?" Kel walked closer to the tall man.

 

"Don't challenge me!"

 

Such a petite body, so tempting to grab. It's a fact that Caucasians often have pinkish nipples—the evidence is clear. Looking lower, you find a seductive navel adorning a flat stomach, a slender waist, and that one thing they all have in common, yet differ in size.

 

"Can I borrow some clothes, please?" Kel quickly changed the subject.

 

".."

 

"Gun," he called again.

 

"Even after all this, you're still asking for more?" I'm so annoyed.

 

"Thanks," he replied sarcastically, but he remained unfazed.

 

The slender figure walked to the wardrobe to find something to wear, while Gun had to hurry to use the bathroom because he felt a throbbing pain in his groin. His hormones must be out of balance. Why was he getting aroused so often? He wasn't as good as he claimed to be. Just the sight of the small figure walking out naked had such a powerful effect on his sexual arousal. He disliked being like this.

 

"Where are you going? Do you want a towel first?" The personal manager turned around to ask as Gun was about to close the bathroom door. 

 

"Do you want to try me?" The younger man gritted his teeth, glaring deeply into the older man's alluring eyes. He wasn't in a good mood at all.

 

"What are you trying to challenge me with? I just brought you a towel," he said, pursing his lips. "Get your face away from me," because they were now very close together.

 

"Why? Are you afraid I'll kiss you like last time?"

 

"Don't act so tough. If I really bring you up here, you won't be able to speak." Gun didn't like that Kel was manipulating him.

 

"Then don't... well, you know... in the bathroom."

 

"...This time, the tall figure fell silent. How did he know he was going to help himself?"

 

"I was just joking," Kel continued when he saw that Gun didn't respond.

 

"Want to have sex? Can I have you?" the young model asked directly.

 

"..." The little one's heart suddenly started beating fast and furiously. Why did just asking Gun for something make him feel so unlike himself? It's not that he hadn't been spoken to like that by other men before, but when it's the person in front of me, he trembles even more.

 

"I told you not to provoke me," Gun said, clearly showing his displeasure.

 

"Go take a shower first. I'll wait for you on the bed." And do you think he doesn't want to? He's in the mood too, you know.

 

"Hmm," Gun chuckled slightly before immediately going to take a shower. He wouldn't masturbate as the other person suggested; he'd come out and let Kel have him help to lower the stiff, erect part.

 

His sharp eyes paused, gazing at the two toothbrushes in the glass in front of the mirror. There were never two before, because he'd never brought anyone to stay overnight. Why suddenly...?

 

That's why I started feeling strange