Kill the Lights Chapter 19.1

[BL NOVEL] Kill the Lights (Chapter 19 Part 1)

Kill the Lights by Jangryang
Proofreader/Editor: Kaima, Hwarang


He didn’t know what kind of health status that other people had. Mason Taylor’s body had been pretty much in good shape. He naturally had good stamina and strength, and also liked exercising: of course if his health were on the bad side, he wouldn’t be able to do a mercenary’s job.

His s.e.xual desire was also on the normal side, just like any regular, healthy man. Or maybe it was a little stronger. But, since he wasn’t there where women worked in the surroundings, or that his job was tiring, a lot of the times he only played with his hand or just skipped it altogether.

But Haley on the other side…..

“How’s this guy like this?”

Mason, who left the cafeteria as if running away from Noah when he offered him some wine, complained and stared at his lower body.

‘Because you got h.o.r.n.y?”

Noah was mischievous, but Mason wasn’t a child. The joke wasn't up to where it made him stand up, but he couldn’t stay there any longer, because the joke had turned out to be true.

The previous night, Mason had felt complicated about Noah’s notions. And also, since he hadn’t drunk in a while, he thought it would be fine and picked up a gla.s.s of wine from the table.

He didn’t even drink a lot. It was only a gla.s.s. Some people drink a gla.s.s like medicine.

After finis.h.i.+ng the dinner, Mason had fallen asleep and woken up inhaling deeply, feeling hot. His body was getting warm, and the thing between his legs was pulsating, tickling his insides.

Mason got annoyed, thinking what kind of body was this, and quickly used his hand to come. But alas, he frowned at the p.e.n.i.s that rose right after e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. It wasn’t even a drug; just a gla.s.s of wine was like swallowing a whole container of v.i.a.g.r.a and his thighs were trembling.

He sat in the bathroom and after masturbating four times in a row, his arms were hurting, his d.i.c.k was burning, and his whole body was tired. He felt extremely exhausted, but surprisingly his body was still throbbing and his lower body was heavy and felt like something was missing. Mason got fretful and ran away to the fitness room.

Mason had run for two hours on the treadmill with a body that usually tires out in an hour and had slept as if he’d fainted afterwards. However, he still woke up in the morning and sighed at his underwear that was drenched wet.

Before Mason knew it, Noah had become a regular in his dreams.

According to Mason, it was pertinent that if one had bad stamina and poor health, one should also have poor s.e.xual appet.i.te. And if one uses his stamina on exercising, he should be able to pa.s.s a day without masturbating. And if there’s a day filled with s.e.xual desire, one should be able to sleep well after masturbating once or twice. He thought all people were like that.

But Haley’s body wasn’t like that. For someone who got worn out after an hour of running on the treadmill, Haley’s s.e.xual desire exploded everyday like a starved hyena.

Still, usually if he exercised like crazy for an hour and wear out the body, it never got up to the point where he couldn’t go to sleep because his b.u.t.t was itching. However, add a gla.s.s of wine and he couldn’t get hold of himself. He didn’t know if it was only because of wine or if other alcohols affected him too, but it wasn’t something he wanted to experiment on. He was afraid that his body would become weird and start feeling strange and lewd sensations.

A piercing between his a.n.u.s and t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, a wall full of p.o.r.n, and a huge d.i.l.d.o besides his bed; all of this was not normal. After he treated the alcohol addiction, it was his small wish to drink a can of beer on his day off and lie about his house. Maybe it was a wish that could never come true.

Mason walked into the fitness room with a depressed and bitter feeling, but someone called him from behind.

“-? Mr. Hepson?”

It was Phil. He showed Mason his phone with a tired expression and asked,

“Did you tell anyone my number?”

“Ah.”

Mason took the phone from Phil’s hand and apologized to him.

“Ah, it’s Tony. -I’m sorry, my phone was getting too many calls.”

“You could just get a new one.”

Phil sighed, saying he was on an important call, and Mason replied, “….I was about to but,” and stared at him. Phil seemed to have forgotten that after the filming came to an end, he didn’t even let Mason say proper goodbyes to everyone and had glared at him to get into the car. Mason even had to ask his permission to call Pitzroy that lasted for only 2 to 3 minutes. There was no way that he had the time to get a new phone.

‘It’s all this man’s fault that Noah Raycarlton is using his time in minutes for eating a sandwich’. Ten years ago, Mason had thought that he was a shy, quiet, young man, but who made him into this?

Phil waved his hand like, go ahead and answer the phone.

[Liz?]

Just like he’d expected, Tony’s voice emerged from the other end.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Tony started to make a fuss, [Who was that man? Why is he so scary? Is he a teacher or something?]

“Ah…-, you know, the time is late. So, what’s wrong?”

Mason turned around with his back to Phil and asked again.

[This is the new number. Write down. And I got a new phone for you too.]

[It’s so pretty. You’ll like it!] Tony sounded excited. Mason prayed, ‘please just not be a hot pink colored phone’ and asked.

“And?”

[Ah, because of the other actor’s schedule, we are not filming what we had planned originally. It’s going to be another part, but… –Ah, its not a part that you have to practice, so don’t worry. Just…]

“I don’t need to practice?”

[That’s because…] Tony blabbered on a little bit before saying, [Ah, right.] like he suddenly remembered something.

[The things that you asked me to bring.]

“Things I asked you to bring?” Mason asked, “You mean the picture?” Two days ago, after he suddenly relocated to Noah’s house, he had asked Tony to bring the picture of his wife and daughter from his house.

[Yeah, a picture and a black bag? There was no such thing there]

“There was no picture? It should be under the bed in my room.”

[Ah, yeah. I looked near and under the bed, but it wasn’t there. Are you sure you put it there?]

Tony said he had even looked around the guest room bed. Mason blinked and asked again, “It wasn’t there?”

[-Liz?]

“No, there’s no way that it’s not there-“

Did the paparazzi take it? There was no way. Even if it was the paparazzi, there was no way that they can just easily go into someone else’s house with so many eyes watching. Also not sure about the bag, but the picture wasn’t that important.

“How about the safe?”

[The safe? There was no problem there either. It didn’t look broken in… What’s this all about? Are you sure you didn’t put it elsewhere?]

[You are forgetful]. Tony asked him to reconsider it carefully, and Mason started to protest, “Look again carefu….,” but stopped short when he turned back around.

“-Mr. Hepson.”

Phil wore a perplexed expression and sighed as Mason called him.

“Tony, I’ll call you back.”

[Huh? Okay, don’t be late tomorrow….] Mason pressed the end call b.u.t.ton even before Tony finished talking and returned the phone to Phil.

“It seems like you know where my stuff are…. Is that not true?”

Phil took the phone back and sighed again before answering, “Yes, I do know.” Mason closed his mouth and looked at the man. Phil checked the time on his cellphone for a while and said, “I’m not completely sure but,” like he was making an excuse for someone else.

“He probably didn't mean to not give them back.”

“He just took care of it for you.” When Phil tried to reason with him, it became pretty clear to Mason who took his things. Phil sighed again like he was having a pretty hard time lately and said,

“Well, it was Mr. Raycarlton, after he took you to the filming set in a helicopter-….”