ASCP Ch 8

“I’ve eaten well.” 

After finishing his meal and downing the last of the soju in his cup, Jaekang stood up and left. Myeongseon waited until he disappeared through the entrance before putting down his chopsticks and getting up.

“Did you finish eating?” 

Jeongsik looked inside Myeongseon’s rice bowl.

“Yeah. I’m going to my car for a bit.”

Myeongseon walked through the hall to the entrance at his usual pace, then as soon as he was outside, he dashed towards the backyard.

Let’s see if you’re really going to gouge out my eyes, you bastard.

Myeongseon strode into the backyard lawn, then stopped dead in his tracks.

“…….”

Jaekang, holding a rubber hose and spraying water on the ground, was shirtless. Under the bright fluorescent light of the shabby charcoal grilling area, the contours of his sweat-glistened back muscles stood out even more clearly. It was exactly the epitome, the crystallization, the perfected form, the ultimate being of the “laborer muscles” Myeongseon desired.

Myeongseon stood there with his mouth agape, watching Jaekang’s body move.

A running horse. A green meadow. Muscles flexing, bulging, and moving. Tendons. Firm skin of moderate thickness. Ragged breathing. Gloss, warmth, heat.

All the images and sensations swirled in his head, relentlessly stimulating Myeongseon.

Looking at the two firm lines of spinal erector muscles disappearing below Jaekang’s waist, into his pants, Myeongseon closed his mouth and swallowed hard. He recalled that body, the original, 100% perfect body that had bucked against the bathroom wall, as Myeongseon thrust his penis into him from behind.

I’m going to grab his ass, squeeze it tight, then slap it. I’ll caress his back, digg my fingertips in hard, like I’m clawing at him.

I’ll stroke down, stroke up, squeeze tight, then let go, stroke up again, grab the back of his neck, and then grab his hair…

Jaekang, who had been turning away, stopped abruptly and faced Myeongseon. Myeongseon involuntarily lowered his gaze to Jaekang’s chest and abdomen.

Just like his back, his front was also perfect.

Jaekang’s heaving chest and abdomen instantly replayed in Myeongseon’s mind. The firmly rippling chest every time Myeongseon thrust into him, the erect nipples, the sweat-slicked, gleaming stomach and sides, the clearly etched muscle lines on them, the navel filled with a mixture of sweat and precum.

Whether I fuck him lying down or bent over, it’ll be fucking heaven.

Jaekang stared at Myeongseon, still holding the hose with water streaming out, then walked to the wall, turned off the faucet, and put the hose away.

Myeongseon opened his mouth.

“You said you were going to gouge my eyes out.”

Jaekang said nothing, just picked up the T-shirt draped over the back of a chair, wiped his body with it, then opened a backpack hanging on the wall and pulled out a fresh T-shirt to put on.

“Hey, charcoal guy. Try it. Let’s see what happens.”

Jaekang tossed the shirt he’d used to dry himself into the backpack and slung it over one shoulder.

Myeongseon was starting to get impatient.

“I said, let’s see what happens!”

Jaekang glanced around the charcoal grilling area, then slung the backpack over his other shoulder and walked towards Myeongseon.

Feeling his heart shrink slightly, Myeongseon grabbed Jaekang’s arm as he passed by.

“You know I’m the owner’s son, right?”

Jaekang stopped, looked Myeongseon in the eyes, and finally spoke.

“The restaurant’s named after you. How could I not know?”

Myeongseon’s face flushed.

“Hey, charcoal. Know your place.”

Jaekang brought his face close to Myeongseon’s, and Myeongseon unconsciously pulled his neck back slightly.

“Which do you think is the bigger loss? You losing those two eyeballs of yours, or me going to prison?”

Jaekang’s voice was low and calm. A faint smell of soju emanated from his breath.

“While you’re suffering immense pain receiving treatment, recovering at an agonizingly slow pace, and desperately trying to adapt somehow, I’ll be in prison, rolling my eyes and living just fine.”

After finishing his sentence, Jaekang looked alternately into Myeongseon’s right and left eyes.

“…….”

Myeongseon blinked once, then twice, dazed.

For a moment, they just stared into each other’s eyes.

Jaekang, who had been still, suddenly flinched and moved his body, and Myeongseon reflexively let go of him and stumbled backward.

“Fuck……!”

Jaekang smirked at Myeongseon’s reaction.

“You should know your place.”

“…….”

Jaekang walked straight past, across the backyard lawn, and disappeared. Myeongseon blinked, watching his retreating figure, and as soon as Jaekang rounded the corner, he exhaled and rubbed his arms. Goosebumps had risen on his skin without him realizing.

Crazy bastard. What the hell kind of way is that to talk?

Is he some kind of criminal? Do they even check criminal records when they hire part-timers?

Myeongseon took deep breaths for a while, trying to calm his racing heart. He even felt like he’d touched something he shouldn’t have.

* * *

“Ha, ah… ha-uh, please fuck me, please fuck me…”

Cheongdam moaned softly.

Myeongseon slammed his body against Cheongdam’s, one hand gripping Cheongdam’s hip and the other clutching the car seat. The car rocked violently with their movements, making loud noises. Even though they were in the back seat, the space felt incredibly cramped and uncomfortable with two large men entangled together.

Even in the midst of this, Myeongseon was thinking of Jaekang.

‘Which do you think is the bigger loss? You losing those two eyeballs of yours, or me going to prison?’

He’s trying to intimidate me with prison, is he? Does he think I’ll be scared?

Hey, honestly, you’re not even a challenge, you all-talk bastard. Anyone can try to scare someone with empty threats.

Myeongseon, panting, glared at Cheongdam’s hunched back, then placed his hand on it and stroked upwards. The sweaty back was damp and slippery.

That bastard’s back was sweaty like this too.

Because he was constantly moving around while handling hot things, the top of Jaekang’s T-shirt was damp with sweat and slightly clinging to his skin, seductively revealing the lines of his shoulders and back.

I should have just bitten him right there.

Myeongseon closed his eyes.

The two distinct spinal erector muscles disappearing below his pants, the taut, firm-looking hollow of his chest, the faint burn scars on his forearms where the tendons stood out, the way his hips swayed with each step, making his walkie-talkie bounce, his low, calm voice…

The image of Jaekang filled every corner of Myeongseon’s mind.

The word “conquer” kept surfacing.

He wanted to conquer that body, that roughness. He wanted to see Jaekang lying beneath him, glaring up at him with those eyes, struggling to swallow the sounds escaping through his clenched teeth. Like a wild animal caged and snarling.

Despite the fear that had momentarily gripped him, as time passed, the fear faded, and excitement and lingering desire filled its place.

Only that naked body, that perfectly sculpted naked body, both front and back, remained vividly in his mind.

That guy probably has a nasty temper and isn’t the least bit submissive.

He might just bury his head on the floor and curse the whole time while we’re doing it.

But in the end, he’ll want more.

He’ll become addicted to the pleasure, and then he’ll become addicted to me.

He’ll beg me to do it every time he sees me, just for one more time.

He’ll groan in that voice of his, maybe even say, “Keep fucking me, you fucking bastard.”

“Haah, so, good, heuk…”

Keep fucking me, you fucking bastard.

As Jaekang’s voice overlapped with Cheongdam’s panting, Myeongseon suddenly felt like his body was about to explode. Jaekang was pushing Myeongseon’s excitement to its peak.

Cheongdam’s head banged against the car door, and Myeongseon grabbed his hair and yanked it towards him.

“Ah-hak, hak…”

Cheongdam, with his chin raised high, moaned with his mouth wide open. Every time their bodies collided, there was a loud slapping sound.

Just once. I wish I could have him just once. I’m not asking for much, just once.

If I just do it once, you’ll want me too.

Myeongseon groaned, his forehead creased, his eyes squeezed shut.

* * *

Myeongseon took a pack of wet wipes out of the glove box compartment, pulled out a few sheets, and handed the pack to Cheongdam. Cheongdam also took out some wipes and cleaned himself.

Myeongseon’s car was always well-stocked with condoms, lubricant, and wet wipes. His friend, Daeyong, had nicknamed it the “Sex Emergency Kit.” He kept it stocked primarily for car sex or “quickies,” and also because Myeongseon generally didn’t like the cheap condoms provided in motels, so he kept his own supply readily available whenever he went.

Sitting in the corner of the back seat, Myeongseon wiped himself and pulled his clothes back on. He looked at Cheongdam, who was sitting in the opposite corner, tidying himself up.

Cheongdam’s body was about a 65%.

Considering that he had impulsively met Cheongdam through an app on his way home right after being humiliated by Jaekang, it wasn’t a bad score. The sex wasn’t bad either. However, the reality that he had spent the whole evening with a 100 percent body like Jaekang, yet ended up having sex with this “small fry,” left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I’m going to air the car out for a bit.”

When Cheongdam seemed almost dressed, Myeongseon spoke softly and got out, opening all the car doors. The empty lot was quiet except for the rustling of the trees in the woods in front of the car whenever the wind blew.

This empty lot behind a half-constructed building was Myeongseon’s favorite spot for car sex. In this space, which could accommodate up to three cars simultaneously, car sex enthusiasts politely maintained a reasonable distance from each other, took care of their business, and left promptly.

The building, which shielded the lot from the road, had remained in its unsightly state for months. The construction seemed to have been halted due to bankruptcy, fraud, or some other issue. The car sex enthusiasts who used this spot were undoubtedly all thinking the same thing as Myeongseon: 

May that building never be completed. Long live car sex.

Every time Myeongseon came here, he was nervous about the possibility of finding construction restarted. Fortunately, everything was as it should today, and the lot was empty, allowing him to be as loud as he pleased. Leaning against the hood of the car, Myeongseon stared into the dark woods, recalling Jaekang’s employee information he had looked at before leaving the garden.

Name: Kim Jaekang. Age: Twenty-seven.

Judging by the address, he seemed to live not too far from the garden, and it doesn’t seem like they include criminal records in the employee information. 

But is even that information accurate? He could have a criminal record or is a wanted fugitive. Maybe he’s hiding his identity and living quietly in that rural restaurant. 

Is the address even real? What about his phone number? How did he choose that phone number? It wasn’t his birthday. His lover’s birthday? His parents’ birthday? Or perhaps… his child’s birthday? Fuck, is he married? A totally straight guy with a wife and kids…?

“Shall we go?”

“Ah, yes.”

Startled by Cheongdam’s voice, Myeongseon came back to reality and quickly turned around. Cheongdam was sitting in the passenger seat. Myeongseon closed the doors one by one and got into the driver’s seat.

“You’re really good at sex,” 

Cheongdam spoke, looking at Myeongseon as he fastened his seatbelt.

Myeongseon suppressed a shrug and chuckled.

“I’m alright, I guess.”

I am good though.

 I could even melt that Charcoal Grill Guy. That bastard doesn’t know who he’s messing with, acting all high and mighty with the owner’s son. 

Charcoal guy, do you know who I am? 

I’m the person who could have given you the best sex of your life. You just kicked away a golden opportunity.

Myeongseon’s mind was now completely consumed with Jaekang. 

A longing for sex with Jaekang.