PITBABE - ENGLISH - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The tall figure tried to make a detour at several intersections that didn't really need to be passed, just to make sure one last time. Sure enough, the car was still following him. No matter which way he tried to turn, he couldn't shake it off. The closer they got to Babe's condo, the more visible the car was than at first. Charlie chose to turn around and drive in another direction instead of heading straight for the condo like he was supposed to.
"Why are you turning so much," said Babe, gesturing to lift his head from Charlie's lap. "Are you lost?"
"Don't do that yet," Charlie reached out and pushed Babe's head down, not letting him get up. Charlie's serious expression immediately gave Babe a strange feeling, "Continue a little longer."
"What right do you have—"
"We're almost there," the tall man said, then looked out with eyes Babe was sure he'd never seen before. The only look in Charlie's eyes that Babe remembered was the stupid, docile look when he looked at him. It wasn't the serious and stern look like now.
What's that?
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just want to do it again," Charlie said quietly before a large hand turned the wheel so hard that Babe, who was bent over the other's lap, staggered.
"Hey, drive carefully."
"Sorry," the tall man said hastily, "but could you do it again? Once we get to the room, we can continue together."
Babe still didn't understand what happened. Why was Charlie frowning and driving in a strange way? What's worse was that instead of trying to think of an answer to that question, he kept thinking that Charlie looked hot right now. That was because, for a moment, he felt that this stupid kid didn't look as stupid as he did every day, and with such a serious face, it strangely aroused his deepest passion.
He seemed really crazy...
Really crazy! How could he keep doing it without getting tired? Babe teased the creature in his mouth with pleasure. Meanwhile, Charlie continued to drive with a tense expression on his face, as if he knew how that expression aroused the man next to him.
And only a few minutes later, the luxury car finally stopped in the parking lot of Babe's condominium. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Charlie hurriedly pulled the thin body still buried in his lap and kissed Babe's whole lips without hesitation, as if he had been patient for too long.
"Emhh..." Babe made a sound in his throat because of the passionate kiss his partner gave him. He knew Charlie had been patient for a long time because he had also done the same thing. He was enjoying what he was doing now, and at the same time, couldn't wait to get to the room soon because he wanted to do everything he wanted to do.
I don't want to deal with this stupid kid anymore.
Fuck!!
"Sorry I drove so long..." Charlie whispered softly after they broke their kiss. "I just met a driver who had no manners. I couldn't find the right moment to turn around."
"Just now? Did you have any problems with the other car?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't tell me?" Babe frowned, surprised that Charlie was trying to handle the situation himself without asking for his help. In fact, he himself was not good at driving at all. "Are you really good at that?"
"I just wanted to try it," Charlie answered with a teasing smile before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Babe's neck, as if both apologizing and begging. "I really can't stand it. I've been holding it in for a long time."
"Tch..." Babe snorted before lightly punching the stupid kid's broad shoulder. "If we go up to the bedroom and you can't satisfy me, you'll die."
"Okay," Charlie chuckled, "I'll do my best."
*** space here to indicate lapse in time
From what he thought, Babe was just taking advantage of that stupid alpha at first. Now, it seemed like it was more than just taking advantage. For the past week, Babe almost never let Charlie go home. There were times when he went home, but Babe always called him to come back again for some strange reason, like not wanting to eat alone, or having no one to be angry at, which Charlie admitted he didn't understand. Regardless, he still came every time Babe called. Recently, Babe told him to move his computer to his condo, the reason being so that he wouldn't have to drive back to his room, which would make it too late for him to do his work. This was considered a good compromise because Babe initially said he would buy him a new computer. But because Charlie asked him to, Babe let him bring the old computer.
Today was another day where Charlie spent the whole day in front of the computer because he had work to finish. Actually, they had been together for quite a long time, but Babe had only found out a few days ago what Charlie's job was. That stupid kid claimed to be a graphic designer and editor. So, he had to sit and stare at a computer screen all day.
Sometimes he worked on graphic design, other times he edited videos for clients that included brands and YouTubers. Babe had never seen a kid like Charlie work before and thought it was a bit strange. That serious work attitude made Charlie look 40 percent less stupid in Babe's eyes.
Babe came out into the living room several times, yet no matter how many times he came out, Charlie remained sitting in the same position as if he had been soldered there. The light from the computer screen reflected a blue pattern similar to the image on the screen. Charlie's ears were covered by headphones, indicating that his current job was some kind of video editing. While he worked with determination, the owner of the room was standing at the kitchen table pretending to be standing and drinking water, even though his eyes were still staring non-stop at the workaholic child.
He was so focused that he still hadn't said a word to him that day. Did Charlie owe money or what?
The young man who sat staring at the screen until his eyes almost fell out let out a soft sigh. One hand lifted his glasses to rest on his head and tiredly massaged his eye sockets before rolling his neck back and forth to stretch after working all morning. Charlie seemed to be in a lot of pain having to work at a low Japanese desk, as Babe doesn't have a computer desk, so he had to sit and work on the living room floor for two days.
Babe had so much free time that he didn't know what to do, so he did what he did by walking over and watching the man in glasses work. A figure walked over and stood beside Charlie, staring intently at the screen. He had never worked like this before so he wasn't very familiar with it. On the screen, it looked like a fashion video for some brand. The messy screen made Babe dizzy after looking at it for a moment. He respected this child for being able to sit there for days.
"Is there something wrong?"
Charlie, seeing Babe standing there, pulled the headphones from one ear and looked at him questioningly. The tall figure's face was clearly tired. His hair was messy, like someone who had just woken up, even though Babe had not seen the child sleep.
"No," Babe answered quietly, "I just wanted to see what you were up to."
"I'm editing the video. Almost done." The young man answered in a low voice. "What do you want me to do?"
"What can you do for me? Look at your own condition first."
"When I've just finished work, I'm always like this. But that doesn't matter."
"What does this mean?" Babe reached out and gently stroked Charlie's messy hair, annoyed at the smart mouth of the stupid alpha boy. "What would I ask you to do?"
"I asked you, in case you were bored."
"Don't you always know what I want?"
"Is that so?" Charlie chuckled before lowering his head to rest on the front of Babe's legs. The tip of his nose gently touched the leg sticking out of his shorts, like a puppy begging its owner to play with it.
"What are you doing?" Babe asked quietly.
"I just want to play with you."
"Am I your playmate?"
"Sorry." The tall figure turned his face and looked at him with a tired smile. Seeing that made Babe feel bad. He felt he was being mean. Even though he hasn't done anything wrong, why should he let this kid come to him when he's tired? That wasn't his responsibility at all.
"So you want to beg me, Charlie?"
"A little," the naive child answered honestly, "I'm tired."
"I really like the way you act like my husband," Babe grumbled nonchalantly, guiding his hand to push the headphones on Charlie's head down onto the other man's neck. He rubbed his messy head some more, like he was playing with a puppy.
Charlie smiled broadly when he heard that. Before the alpha could protest, he buried his face in Babe's thigh, slowly rubbing his sharp nose against the alpha's beautiful skin. He pressed kisses to his soft and smooth skin like it was a magic potion that would help relieve his fatigue. Charlie's panicked and pleading attitude made Babe feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He felt it wasn't his job to wait even though everyone else was tired, but he liked the feeling that this child needed him so much that nothing could replace him.
Maybe he was used to being number one.
Instead of just hiding his face, Charlie began to use both palms to caress the thin figure's legs intimately. His large palm caressed its way down the wide leg of Babe's shorts and onto his round ass. The young man took turns caressing and squeezing it deliciously, while the person he asked couldn't deny that this also made him feel happy.
"You said you would beg," Babe said in a calm voice, "I haven't given you permission, so why do this?"
"My hand moved on its own," Charlie answered, still not taking his face off Babe's thigh.
"Stop teasing me. You're just as horny."
"No."
"You're brave, huh!"
"You taught me." The tall figure placed a soft kiss on his smooth leg before looking up and making eye contact with the person standing there. Even now, Charlie's cheek was still pressed against Babe's thigh and wouldn't let go. "I'm following you."
"You get better at arguing every day."
"Really?" Charlie replied with a smile, "I'm still sitting here imagining what it would be like if I were there (babe's back hole)."
"Even under these circumstances, I can still do it."
"Oh, you've never been like this before," Babe nodded slightly as he continued to stroke Charlie's head. "If you want to keep going, it's harder than usual."
"How heavy is it?"
"It's so heavy that I won't let you go anywhere." Babe slid his hand down from the top of his head to the side of Charlie's cheek. He slowly moved his thumb to that cheek and squeezed it gently, "You have to stay with me until I feel better."
"So before, I wasn't like that?"
"Maybe something like that," Babe shrugged lightly. "But multiply that by five."
"Wow..."
"Prepare yourself!"
"That means if I go crazy, are you ready to take responsibility too?"
Those innocent eyes weren't as innocent as Babe remembered. It wasn't to the point of being called hypocritical, but they just looked naughtier. It seemed like they were gradually getting closer to revealing who the real slave was. However, it wouldn't be much different from before, as stupid children will still be stupid children. He couldn't get any better than this.
"Doesn't matter." Babe answered casually, as if he thought it was no big deal. "How strong can a fake Alpha like you be? You don't even have a scent. You might be a little lacking in pheromones."
"It might be like that." Charlie smiled a little before a large hand exerted force and pulled the thin body down to sit on his lap in a very natural movement. "That way, I won't get tired."
"Don't talk too much. I'm starting to get annoyed with you."
Finished talking, Babe brought his face closer to the other person's face and gave him a passionate kiss. They caressed and exchanged kisses, pleasuring each other. They did it every chance they got, but neither of them knew that they were becoming more and more addicted to each other's tastes with every exposure.
"You woke up so early."
Charlie, who had just come out of the room sleepily, greeted Babe who was sitting on the living room sofa while dialing the phone. The young man walked towards the kitchen before taking a glass and pouring water from the cooler. He looked fresher than yesterday because he'd sent his work in to his customers, so last night he got to play a little with Babe and felt much more energetic.
"You're the one who woke up late," Babe said quietly, his eyes still glued to the cell phone screen in his hand.
"I slept like the dead," Charlie chuckled, his eyes drifting to the living room where Babe sat. His eyes suddenly fell on a large box by the wall. He was sure he hadn't seen it there yesterday, so he asked the room owner curiously. "What box is that?"
"My desk, just arrived," answered the owner of the room in a tired voice.
"Oh," the young man nodded slowly before placing his glass of water in the sink and walking towards the living room. "May I assemble it for you?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Okay..."
The boy answered with a smile, before dragging the large box to the center of the room and opening it enthusiastically. He took out the manual, read it, then carefully started assembling the parts of the table one by one. The owner didn't even think to wake up and pay attention.
It took Charlie a while to put the pieces together properly because it looked like a well-designed table. The way it was assembled was a bit complicated, but as he looked at the manual carefully and followed it, the dark gray table took shape.
"Where do you want to put it?" Once the next part was almost done, Charlie realized that he hadn't even asked where Babe was going to put it. What would he do if Babe wanted to install it in a place where it is difficult to lift? The big table could be damaged because of it. What a fool, Charlie.
"Anywhere, you choose," Babe was still paying attention to the phone as usual. This person didn't seem to care much about answering Charlie's questions.
"Uh...but I don't know what you're going to use it for..."
"That's your computer desk. Wherever you want to put it, just put it."
Babe never cared about anyone, so it wasn't strange if he didn't care about him. However, he thought it was strange that Babe had been acting like he cared about him. He didn't think Babe would care about his computer desk. Having to sit and work at a low Japanese desk was really tiring, but Charlie hadn't even thought about wanting to get a better table. He only cared about getting the job done. He was surprised that Babe knew this, and more than that, the desk was this big. He still couldn't believe that it was his computer desk, even though he had been secretly wondering from the start why Babe would buy a complete computer desk like this when he didn't even have a PC.
I wonder if he is actually a kind-hearted person hiding inside his cold exterior?
"Thank you," Charlie said with a happy smile, while Babe just nodded.
When he realized that it was his own table, Charlie became even more eager to assemble it. The boy smiled slightly as he took the remaining small pieces and put them in place. He took a small nail and drove it into the nut hole. With one hand, he searched for the screwdriver he remembered leaving beside him.
"Ow...!"
Charlie suddenly shouted loudly, causing the person sitting with their head down on the sofa to instantly rise automatically. Babe carelessly dropped his phone on the couch and rushed over to Charlie, who had his hands on the floor in shock.
"What happened?" Babe asked frantically. When he saw the drop of blood on the floor, he was shocked.
"Cutter," Charlie answered with a slight frown. It seemed quite painful. Of course, who wouldn't be sick with blood coming out like this, it's crazy. Babe saw this and immediately ran to get the tissue on the table in front of the sofa. He handed Charlie a tissue to wipe up the blood, then looked for the cutter that Charlie mentioned. He quickly took it and put it away before someone accidentally stepped on it and got hurt again.
"Why didn't you look at what you were doing?" Babe reprimanded Charlie in a firm voice. Babe's annoyed expression made the boy feel guilty for accidentally causing Babe to be annoyed because of him again. In fact, it was just assembling an ordinary table, but he had messed it up.
When Babe saw the long wound on Charlie's hand, Babe looked even more annoyed. "No matter what you do, you're never careful, huh? How can you be so clumsy and hold on so hard? Are you stupid?"
"Sorry..." Charlie said guiltily.
"And I don't have first aid here." Babe sighed in frustration before getting up, grabbing his wallet and key cards and rushing out of the room.
"Where are you going?" The clumsy boy quickly got up and grabbed Babe's hand before he walked out.
"I'll buy something to treat your wound. Wait a moment."
"It's okay," Charlie refused frantically. "I'll buy it myself."
"If I let you walk around covered in blood, I'd be too heartless," Babe replied lazily, before waving at Charlie while putting on a stern face to prevent the other person from saying any more nonsense. "Sit down, I'll be back."
"But that's not—"
"Sit down."
No matter how much he wanted to interrupt, when he was scolded by Babe, Charlie didn't dare do anything. He could only stand firmly in place as he regretfully watched Babe leave. Charlie was annoyed at himself for being clumsy and careless, but at the same time also felt strangely anxious seeing Babe go out alone like that.
Babe moved his feet quickly, annoyed. From the first second he saw Charlie get hurt, he was quite upset. Now, he was even more upset because the drugstore below the condo was closed, so he had to walk further. He turned into a small alley he rarely traveled, hoping there would be a small drugstore or convenience store. Luckily, walking a little further into the alley, there was a drugstore. He asked the pharmacist to give him a set of wound dressings. He paid and came back immediately because he was afraid that the boy in the room would sit and wait for the wound to rot.
Babe walked while swinging a medicine bag without paying much attention to his surroundings. In his head, he kept thinking about whether he was too annoyed with Charlie just now. In fact, he knew it wasn't the boy's fault. It was just that, when he saw Charlie's stupid face when he wounded himself, he couldn't hold back his anger. What kind of person was so clumsy and made mistakes in everything he did? He shouldn't have let him assemble the table. If he did, he wouldn't have had to suffer this kind of stupid pain.
That was it.
If there was anyone to blame, it was definitely him.
Babe sighed tiredly to himself. Looking at the road ahead, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The road looked further than he remembered, plus the sun was hot. Along the road in this area there were only long partitions because it was a construction area. It seemed to be an addition to the same group of condos he lived in, as it looked very large. There weren't many cars passing by because it was a dead end alley, and residential houses clustered at the mouth of the alley. He was still wondering, who would buy medicine in that drugstore in the middle of the alley? Were they waiting to sell it to the residents of this new complex?
Babe kept thinking about various things while his feet kept moving, hoping to get back quickly, so he didn't care about what was happening around him.
Creak!
Bruk!
"Heeiii!"
Babe was shocked when he suddenly heard the sound of something falling, and in the next second he saw a man fall face down on the road next to him. Another man jumped on top of him, pressing his knees onto the first man's back. With his hands pulled up and placed behind his back, it was like a pose often taken by police in Western films.
What is this!
"You didn't get hit by anything, right?"
The man above turned to him and asked. Because of the shock of what happened, Babe didn't realize who it was at first glance.
"Charlie?!"
As soon as he saw it clearly, Babe's eyes widened almost to the point of collapsing. Currently, his head was full of questions. The first was, who was the man Charlie was holding, and why? Second, how did Charlie get here? Did he run from behind him at the other end of the alley?
"You're okay—hey!" Charlie turned to talk to him, but before he could finish his sentence, the (seemingly) villain suddenly revolted, causing Charlie to lose control and get kicked in the stomach. As he fell, the idiot ran into the small alley ahead. Charlie saw that and immediately got up and ran after him, but Babe rushed over and grabbed his arm to stop him.
"No need, no need to chase him," Babe let out a serious scolding voice. Charlie still looked as if he wanted to follow that person. "What is this? How did you get here?"
"Next time, don't walk through this alley," Charlie said quietly as he walked over and picked up the short black stick that had fallen to the ground and pressed on its side, bringing out the blade. Babe saw it and his eyes immediately widened in surprise. "There's only a construction site here. Many robbers attack people passing by."
"And who would have thought they would rob in broad daylight like this?" Babe said with an expression that looked like he still couldn't believe that he was almost robbed a few minutes ago. "And I'm a man. What kind of prey do they think they're dealing with?"
"Well, he's got a knife. And you're just a bare-handed guy."
"You're empty-handed too." As he spoke, Babe started to focus on Charlie who'd suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He'd also easily defeated the thief, in a way that Babe thought someone who was always afraid like Charlie couldn't do. "Your hand is hurt. Why did you come out?"
"And how did you come from there?"
Charlie blinked, as if he'd just realized he wasn't supposed to be there.
"Ouch!"
Charlie grimaced and held the hand that was cut by the cutter as if he had just felt the pain.
"Look at you, I really want to slap you!" Babe complained, annoyed with Charlie's attitude. But Babe hurriedly grabbed the other person's hand to look at him when he heard such a scream. "Look, the wound is getting worse. Are you crazy, Charlie?"
It seemed that the worsening condition of Charlie's hands had made Babe forget all about the tall alpha's strange business. Babe pulled Charlie's arm to stand on the sidewalk where there was a small shady tree, before reaching out his hand to look for the gauze in the medicine bag he was holding. He opened the package and wiped the stupid kid's blood first, because it looked like Charlie had just handled the little thief without any care of his own hands. The blood that should have stopped came flowing out again.
"Clean it up first, then I'll treat your wound in the room," Babe said, frowning. Just now, he really thought he could stop being annoyed with Charlie, but this kid still found things to irritate him again and again. He couldn't believe it! "How many more stories are you going to tell in a day, Charlie?"
"Sorry," said the young man softly. He already knew that whatever he complained about, he would be scolded. He just thought that if he hadn't arrived on time just now, what would have happened? According to him, he felt he deserved something, not complaints from Babe.
"Thank you."
Charlie froze when he heard Babe's unexpected thanks. The figure only lowered his head to wipe the blood on his hand and said the words softly, like a mumble, but he heard them clearly.
"It's okay," the young Alpha smiled, feeling happy that he wasn't just getting scolded. But what he did also caused him to hear a thank you from Babe. "It's a good thing you're okay."
"You don't have to act like a hero—"
Kiss
"Hey! Is this a good time?!"
Babe punched the thick shoulder once in annoyance after the stupid boy suddenly rushed over and pressed a kiss to his lips, even though they were standing on the sidewalk at the side of the road. At this time, there was no one passing by, but this was not the place for kissing. Was he crazy or what?
"I'm sorry," Charlie said apologetically with a small smile, but as he could see, he didn't feel as guilty as he said.
"If you meant it, you wouldn't have to apologize."
"Okay, then I won't apologize."
When the beautiful alpha looked at him with wide eyes, Babe's attitude made Charlie unable to hold back his smile, though it didn't look like a friendly expression at all.
"What are you smiling at?"
"When you're upset, it's very sexy."
Babe pursed his lips in annoyance. He roughly applied tape to the gauze to cover the wound.
"Ahh...that really hurts."
"Then go wash the wound well when you get to the room. In your head, you're thinking about making love?"
"Just like you, right?"
"Damn you, Charlie!!"
Charlie chuckled fondly, while Babe let go as soon as he finished sorting out the problem with Charlie's messy hand. "Don't be too confident. Right now you're not even good at taking care of yourself."
"It only hurts in my hand. Everything else is normal," said the young alpha with a smile. This kind of expression was what Babe wanted to say was the most annoying expression in the world right now. "I can do other things."
"Really? If you're so talented, you can do it yourself. You don't need to come and ask for my help."
"Is this because of the injury?"
"No," Babe answered, pretending to have an innocent face that Charlie found extremely annoying but also strangely adorable. "You mean to do something like that?"
"Like what?"
"The way you call me nye..nye..ye..."
"You're so talented, you don't need to help a horse."
"Am I right?"
After saying this, the beautiful horse immediately wiggled its butt and walked away from him, leaving Charlie standing there smiling alone like a crazy person who was more infatuated with the beautiful racer than he'd ever imagined.
What was even crazier was that this was definitely a smile that Babe will never see from that stupid kid named Charlie.