Gable
There was no one in the room he was looking for.
Gable briefly glanced around the empty room before stepping back into the hallway. If the person he was sure was on the second floor wasn't in his own room, then the only place left was the next room — the room of the young man who had accompanied him.
As he approached that room, indeed, he heard some noise coming from inside the door. It sound ed like voices, or perhaps the sound of a scuffle, but it was hard to make out clearly with the door in between. However, it was certainly not the sound of just one person.
Gable did not hesitate to step up to the door and knock. After all, the man he was looking for had probably sensed Gable's presence from the moment he set foot on the first step of the staircase leading to the second floor.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Gable knocked and spoke briefly, then waited for about one or two seconds before turning the doorknob. He didn't mind that there was no response; the person inside was never one to respond to every single thing.
He opened the door and took a step inside, then stopped in his tracks. As he had guessed, there were two people in the room: a man and another young man, just as he had expected. Up to that point, everything had aligned with what he had anticipated — except for one thing: the situation.
".........."
No one said a word. Neither Gable, the man, nor the young man uttered a single sound. In fact, the young man didn't even move. With his back turned to Gable, he stood stiffly, frozen in place.
The timing isn't great.
Gable felt a slight twinge of guilt — not towards the man, but towards the young man.
The young man was sitting on the bed with his face buried between the legs of the man. Judging by the man's white hands — those smooth and beautiful hands, which Gable knew to be surprisingly strong and powerful — holding the young man's head and pressing down on it, it seemed like he was forcibly keeping the young man from pulling away.
Pitifully, the young man, fully aware of Gable's presence, was frozen in place, with only the tip of the man's penis in his mouth.
Watching the young man's face turn pale, then red, then pale again, Gable remained silent. The man, facing Gable directly while holding the young man's head with one hand, spoke to him.
"Is it urgent?"
"No, it's not urgent. I'll be downstairs, so come down when you're finished."
Turning away from the man, who gestured lightly as if to acknowledge, Gable quietly closed the door behind him and went back down the stairs, just as he had come up. It wasn't an urgent matter; it was just some backchannel news that the Saudi ambassador to the U.S. would soon be replaced. It would be a while before it was officially announced, and there was no immediate urgency.
As Gable descended to the lower floor and sat down on the couch in the hall, he picked up one of the various evening newspapers neatly laid out on the table. While unfolding the newspaper, he quietly clicked his tongue.
The man had been undressed. Moreover, his subtly narrowed eyes were filled with even more intensity than usual.
With that mood, there was no way it would end with mere oral play. After ejaculating into the mouth once or twice, he would most likely proceed to full penetration. Hm. As Gable let out a long sigh, the landlady passing by tilted her head and asked if something was bothering him.
Gable shook his head.
"No, just thinking that there might be a dead body to deal with today."
"Oh dear. Surely not here, I hope. Please avoid any incidents that would require calling the police."
