Halloween Chronivac Part 06

“Shit… Shit… Shit…” Colt started to panic a bit as he realized what he’d just done. He was so loud that he knew Mr. Smith was going to come over and complain. Mick seemed to have realized that as well as the knock on the door could be heard through the house.

It didn’t matter that he was well into his 60’s he had a strong knock and wasn’t afraid to use it. Colt stepped outside his room and saw Mick staring daggers at him. “Don’t fucking say it,” he growled. 

Colt nodded. Adam stepped outside to look at the front door again. “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s better if we just stay out of it,” Colt said.

“Yeah, Mr. Smith is a fucking asshole,” Schaffer added.

“Honestly, I’m surprised he hasn’t already called the cops,” Sanchez added as well.

Adam let a smile drift onto his face at the two stripper cops who had been exactly that. He might have changed them back if it didn’t look like they were having so much fun in their new jobs. “He can’t be that bad…” Adam said.

Schaffer and Sanchez rolled their eyes, while Colt almost seemed to be shaking. “Just don’t get on his bad side. I’m sure Mick will figure everything out.” 

“I’m sure he will,” Adam replied, opening up his phone. He stepped out the door and then sat himself on the staircase looking over the front hall. Mick was acting similar to how he greeted the cops. ‘Really that bad?’ 

Mick took one final deep breath and opened the door. Before he was able to say anything, a large rotund man pushed his way through. “What the fuck’s going on here!” Mr. Smith shouted at the top of his lungs. A bit of spit splashed out of his mouth and he had to take a few deep breaths to get a hold of himself again.

“We’re just--”

“It’s 2 in the goddamned morning! There’s no ‘we’re just!” He got up into Mick’s face and let some of his spit landed on his face.

Mick tried his best to keep his cool. Had it been anyone else, the guy would be on the floor. However, Mr. Smith obviously had some kind of power over them. He did live in a mansion right next to theirs that would have easily been in the couple millions. And if something were to happen to him, he could easily find a way to sue them.

“Mr. Smith--”

“Don’t you fucking ‘Mr. Smith’ me! I don’t give a shit about any excuse you might have! I want to fucking sleep!”

Adam let out a laugh from the staircase. Both Mick and Mr. Smith shot a killer stare at him. “Sorry,” he apologized. Mr. Smith shook his head. Adam didn’t care. He went to his phone and started typing away. ‘Mr. Smith is 30 years old. He made millions in modeling and is currently a personal trainer for everyone in this frat. He sponsors them, so he wants them all to be in peak shape.’

“I’m sorry,” Mick muttered. “We’re just about done here. I’ll send everyone home.” He paused realizing that most people already left and anyone still there was probably living in the frat house. “Or to bed,” Mick finished. 

“Okay,” Mr. Smith agreed for a second. The anger he was feeling faded almost instantly. Suddenly the world felt so different but at the same time everything was the same. His eyes looked around the frat house a bit more. He'd been there a few times when they were going to sell it but now it felt like he was there far more often. There were things about the place that felt like he'd made the decision over instead of nosing through the property to brag that he had the better house on the block. 

“Everything alright?” Mick asked.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Mr. Smith tried to play it off. He ran his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. Even if it was 2 in the morning, it still somehow always fell into the right place. The dirty blond hair suited him perfectly. Though it did cause him some pause. ‘Wasn’t I balding?’ he looked for the mirror in the hallway. But seeing just how thick his hair was atop his head, he didn’t know why he’d ever think that. 

Again Mick was staring. He didn’t know why Mr. Smith was starting to act so weird. To Mr. Smith, he couldn’t stop looking over his face. The round pudginess from years of not taking care of himself seemed to be angling into something far more defined. He could see the sharp cuts where his chin and sides of his face met while his brow pushed ever so slightly out. He reached up and felt the light stubble across his chin.

Mr. Smith ran his hand against the light stubble wondering where it came from. Or why it suddenly felt so foreign. His focus shifted to the thickness of his hand. The question, ‘what’s going on?’ kept running through his head but he couldn’t quite vocalize it. But each second that passed it suddenly felt so normal. He could see the muscles pumping up from under his pajama shirt. The thick defined biceps seemed to blow away his sleeves, leaving only the straps of a black sleeveless shirt.

Thick veins ran up and down his arms, pumping blood through his body. With each breath he could feel his chest pumping up ever so slightly more, all while his heavy set belly pulled back in showing off the six bumps instead. He felt the jeans tighten around his waist and quads all the way down to his calves. 

“Mr. Smith? Sir?” Mick took a step closer wondering why his frat sponsor had suddenly gone silent and staring at his handsome face in the mirror. Sure, Mick would sometimes get caught looking at himself as water dripped over his thick defined muscles after he’d gotten out of the shower, but this seemed a bit off.

Mr. Smith took a step back. The shock quickly led to embarrassment as the reality became all the realer. He could see the countless hours that he’d spent in the gym. Hours he’d spent with the guys in the frat. And they sure paid off. For someone like Mick, who already was blessed with some good genes, the light bit of training and leadership he was able to give the young man sent him in a direction he probably would have never gone.

The young athlete had gone from just that to someone who looked far more professional. His more lackadaisical approach to lifting was honed in. And then his diet just pushed that physique to the limit. Each muscle was primed and ready to go for wrestling, though they could just as easily be shaped for something else if one of the coaches needed him. 

Concern was really starting to get to Mick as the stare he was receiving was different than he was used to from other guys. “Mr. Smith?” he asked, now making sure to keep an arms distance away.

“Oh! Right,” Mr. Smith shook the thoughts out of his head. They didn’t quite leave as his eyes traced the cut and defined muscles of the younger man that he’d helped develop. “Don’t know what came over me.”

“You alright? You’ve been staring a lot since you came in,” Mick said.

Adam leaned over the banner. “Maybe it’s because he likes you,” he taunted.

The two guys shot a glare at him. Then looked at each other again. Suddenly the mood changed. And then Mr. Smith didn’t deny it. He almost looked embarrassed as he was called out. The light bit of red covering his cheeks as he took a step back almost to create a defense. Even going so far as to lightly raise his hands but then quickly put them back down by his sides. But the consciousness of the body language made it all the more apparent that he was uncomfortable.

“That true?” Mick asked.

“Well…” Mr. Smith smiled wildly, forcing his eyes closed. His handsome face scrunched slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Even his voice pitch raised a bit. “I mean… It’s just… Fuck… Yeah… It’s true.”

Even from across the hall, Mr. Smith could hear the light snicker from the younger man. All the concern he’d been having from training Mick was coming at him all at once. It was all those feeling he’d felt like he’d had to suppress each time they were in the gym together, each time they were changing together, each time they talked privately with each other. Now they were revealed. He cringed.

“Look. Sorry,” Mr. Smith tried to save face. “I know you’re not gay an all so I’ll just head out. Make sure--”

Mick’s laughter cut him off. “That so?” the grin on his face seemed to be telling a different story. “I don’t know about gay, but the point of college is to experiment a little right?” He cut the distance between them and shoved Mr. Smith up against a wall. His firm body pressed up against the other man’s and shortened the distance even more. “Right?” His voice turned to a whisper as he played with the less than inch of space between their lips.

The quick motion had surprised Mr. Smith greatly but the moment he realized Mick’s hands were planted against the wall, he started to lean into it. The confidence the 22 year old exuded was more than he could have imagined. Even with training him in the gym, he’d seen just how much work he’d put in. But feeling all that hold him against the fucking wall was another story. 

Now he knew all those hours were worth it. Mr. Smith felt so vulnerable in the position. And he liked it. “Right,” he confirmed.

Mick’s lips touched the other man’s. His tongue pushed deep into Mr. Smith’s mouth. All the while his hands were busy around his backside. He could feel those perfectly sculpted ass muscles and gave them a tight squeeze. They molded around his hands. A light moan slowed the kiss ever so slightly, but Mick didn’t stop.

He enjoyed exploring his mentor’s body too much. Those strong muscles he’d only ever touched as ‘a joke’ felt so much better now that his hips were grinding against them. He was having too much fun just playing with that strong body underneath him. Each touch, each slide of his finger and each grope sent the other man slightly closer to the climax. It was fun feeling the more experienced man trying his best to hold on.

But that didn’t slow Mick down. He seemed to know all of Mr. Smith’s most sensitive places. His favorite was between his cheeks. All he had to do was give the man a slight flick of a finger, and Mr. Smith caved in. His body exploded with pleasure as his knees gave way. It was just a few seconds but he could feel his underwear fill with his mess, then start to coat his jeans as well. He flushed red.

“Don’t worry about it big guy,” Mick was still as confident as ever. “I was just saving myself for Rachael too. Maybe you can help me out in there.” Mr. Smith felt his confidence start to come back as he was led into the other room under Mick’s arm.