Kill the Lights Chapter 15.2

Kill the Lights by Jangryan

Proofreader/Editor: Kaima, Hwarang

Mason knew this was a dream. Clearly, dreams and reality were different. It was because, no matter how many times he told himself, ‘this feels so real,’ in his dreams, the reality was far more alarming.

The actual sensation of Noah stroking his waist with his cold, hard fingers, and sucking his nipples with his soft, pretty lips…. When Mason had experienced those things for real, just imagining them made him tremble. It was so amazing that his brain was seriously turning into a mush.

But it wasn’t that he couldn’t distinguish between a dream and reality; the reality was indeed way more amazing. But Mason couldn’t stop biting his lips.

‘Uh-…Ugh,’

A small moan slipped through his lips, embarra.s.singly like a woman’s. Even when he bit his lips and covered his mouth, the moaning sound escaped. It was because of Noah; he had pushed his fingers into Mason’s a.n.u.s and kept pressing the inside.

Noah pressed on the inside where he could feel the piercing with his finger, and every time, the throbbing sensation made him shudder. Mason’s p.e.n.i.s was already standing up.

Lying between his wide opened legs, Noah sometimes licked the area surrounding the a.n.u.s, and Mason would s.h.i.+ver and grab onto his hair. The feeling of soft blond hair on his hand made him remember the time when he had actually touched it.

That innocent moment started to get stained with l.u.s.t. The movement of the fingers wrapped around Noah’s hair wasn’t kind or gentle, it was the movements of a man unable to reign in his desires.

‘Uh, no, ah-, ah….,’

The fingers that were making his insides wider, increased from one to two, and now there were four inside him. He, who had put two handful of fingers into him to widen his inside, now grabbed Mason’s p.e.n.i.s, which was already ejaculating.

‘You don’t have patience.’

He pressed the p.e.n.i.s as if to stop the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, and the movement made Mason c.u.m without leaving any drop.

Noah frowned and smiled prettily. It was a pretty face. His hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks were a little red. His stare was filled with a glimmering heat, and his eyes were erotically red. His wet and soft looking lips were a little more swollen than usual.

Ordinarily Noah had a pretty face, but the Noah during s.e.x was unquestionably pretty and erotic.

Mason felt his face blush and bit his lips, and Noah made him lie on the bed. He then unbuckled his pants and took out the p.e.n.i.s from his briefs.

‘No, no wait….,’

Mason stood up even though he was all prepared to do it. This part was different from the sticky and promiscuous s.e.x he had in his dream before. It was a part newly reflected from the reality, so it was very troublesome.

Noah’s beautiful face and nice body, and that dangerous looking p.e.n.i.s did not go away. ‘No, this wouldn’t do. I don’t like this’. Mason murmured and stepped back, but Noah grabbed Mason’s two ankles and pulled him back.

And pushed his p.e.n.i.s into Mason’s wide opened inside.

‘Hah&hel

lip;.,’

He opened his pretty lips and breathed out. Mason held his breath and held onto his arm. His big p.e.n.i.s was heavily pus.h.i.+ng inside.

‘Everything will go inside right now, so stop tightening, huh?’

He sucked his ear and erotically whispered. Mason trembled and moaned. He wanted to shake his head and say, ‘No, please take it out,’ but only a heated moan escaped his lips. Even he thought it sounded like he was begging for it.

‘Ah, uhht, eung,’

‘f.u.c.k, so erotic….’

Noah rubbed Mason’s p.e.n.i.s that was already standing high, even though he’d only slid half inside, and murmured. Mason was holding onto his shoulders now and bit his lips because he didn’t know what he wanted to do. On the other side of wanting to stop, he had a shallow thought of how this was a dream anyway.

And while Mason was wavering, Noah opened Mason’s legs wider and slid inside deeply. Continuously, it was continuously entering him. When his hard p.e.n.i.s entered him completely and when Noah’s pubic hair and t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were touching his b.u.t.t, Mason’s whole body was drenched in sweat and his erect p.e.n.i.s was already spilling out s.e.m.e.n.

‘Heuh, uehh, uet…,’

Mason trembled at the feeling through his waist and hugged Noah’s back. Noah slowly thrust his hip. With a lewd sound, Mason tightly closed his eyes. Because he felt like he was going to fall, just like that.

Noah bit his lips and moved his hip, and Mason panted, crying or moaning, and held onto him. “Ahh, ah, heut, heut…” He heard a low laugh along with his moans.

‘Do you like it that much, this?’

‘Is this c.o.c.k that tasty, Mason?’ – He asked in a laughing voice.

Mason widely opened his eyes at the mention of his name and stared at Noah. Those green eyes were sparkling and staring back at him, as if in amazement.

“……”

Mason was sitting on the bed with a blank face.

Outside the window, the birds were chirping. It was morning.

“…..”

With a blank face, he glanced at his not wet, but drenched lower body. He swept his face with his hand, unable to distinguish whether he hated the reality more or the dream. Already he has had two wet dreams about Noah.

‘Why does it have to be that guy?’ Mason murmured and soon told himself, ‘No, it can happen.’

Last night, Noah was really lewd. He wondered what Noah’s been doing, for his skillful caresses and kisses has made, even if his body wasn’t Haley’s, a normal, straight dude to tremble. And imagining that beautiful face on the bed, already felt like cheating, whether straight or not.

“…..”

Mason, who tried the ‘it’s not my fault’ excuse, soon asked himself ‘but why Noah?’ He closed his mouth and looked down at his lower body. He thought he would be awake when he does it once after a wet dream, but this, this was seriously…

For a while, Mason s.p.a.ced out and wondered about human desires, the body and soul. He didn’t even know what he was thinking about. He slowly stood up.

He already had no time to soak the bed sheet in water before Tony arrived.

Today was the first day of filming of the movie ‘Real.’

***

“I’m sorry.”

Phil apologized bowing his head.

“Twitter, right? These days they use these.”

Noah quietly murmured and skimmed through a bunch of morning newspapers and web articles on his desk.

The released pictures were 5 in total. They had been taken continuously. The pictures were of Haley grabbing his hand and urgently opening the hotel room door, pus.h.i.+ng him in, and then him going in and closing the door. There was a picture of them zoomed in and enlarged. The headlines underneath were all criticizing with exclamation marks.

[Haley’s done it again!] [Haley Lusk should apologize to Noah!] [Became the worst b.i.t.c.h. How could he?] [Seriously, uncontrollable! Will he drop out of the movie ‘Real’ that he partied yesterday?]

Noah laughed lowly at the provocative headlines about Haley. Too scared to blow it up because it concerned Noah’s private life, but sensible enough not to ignore an explicit picture on Twitter. So it seemed like everyone were pointing their arrow towards Haley and wrote their articles.

“I’m slightly disappointed. You couldn’t block even this much?”

“I’m sorry.”

Instead of making an excuse, Phil bowed his head more deeply, and Noah sat in front of the desk and bobbed his finger.

“No, well. It might turn out to be good…”

Noah murmured quietly, and Phil raised his head up hearing what he said.

“Hm. How’s our schedules today?”

Noah asked as he pushed the newspapers to one side and grabbed the schedule planner underneath. His question was not about what kind of work was scheduled in the foreseeable future. Since he always handled his entire schedule businesslike, he never asked about it. What he meant was, if he could shake off that day’s work.

“You don’t have anything especially important today.”

“-Really? Then cancel everything until today evening.”

Phil thought Noah would just ask to cancel the schedule for two hours or so, nevertheless he nodded at his request to cancel the whole thing and asked

“Where are you planning to go?”

Hearing Phil’s question, Noah smiled brightly as if he was expecting it.

“Going to collect a b.u.t.terfly?”

“..-Pardon?”

‘Come again?’ Phil thought he’d heard it wrong, so he repeated the question. But Noah simply put down the planner and said, “It’s a metaphor.”

“First I’m thinking of holding him next to me and talk.”

‘It’s okay to do the final confirmation slowly’. –He said something more nonsensical and smiled brightly.

Phil, who had announced the death of Mason yesterday, stared at the Noah now, who looked strangely in a peppier condition. Suspicious... He thought Noah would have worn a strange smile and possessed a vibe as if it won’t be weird if he died that day. But today Noah didn’t look very different from usual. No, he looked better than usual.

Noah, who glanced at the picture of Haley again, turned his chair and stared outside the window and said in a leisurely tone.

“Oh, it seems like today’s weather will be good. Should we set a yacht afloat?”