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“But I don’t want to-” Kongpob insists, slamming his hand onto the pile of paperwork on his desk, “If I do then..”
“Then what?” Arthit asks from where he’s lounging on the bed, a comic book held loosely in one hand, the other holding a bottle of pink milk sweating droplets of condensation.
“Then my Father will say he’s right.”
“But he is right.” Arthit says simply and almost smiles as Kongpob twists round to stare at him, eyes stormy.
“You’re wrong!” He moans, jumping to his feet and stalking over to the bed, dropping onto it, head falling onto Arthit’s chest and forcing him to drop his comic so he can cradle it gently in his hand.
“Kongpob,” he says, looking down at the man he loves, “Have I ever been wrong about anything before?”
Kongpob moans again and his eyes scrunch closed and there are adorable wrinkles on his forehead as he pretends to ignore Arthit.
Arthit lets the smile he’s been hiding tilt his lips upwards and then places the pink milk carefully on the bedside table. With two fingers he presses the corners of his boyfriend’s lips upwards into a false grin then says, sternly, “Kongpob, look at me.”
Kong opens one eye and notices Arthit’s smirk before he opens both and then pushes Arthit’s hand away from his mouth and drags him down forcefully by it.
When their lips are barely an inch apart, he whispers, “You ignored me after we kissed..”
It’s Arthit’s turn to groan as Kongpob leans up and swallows it in a soft press of his lips, “You can’t deny that,” the younger man mumbles against his mouth.
“I don’t.” Arthit says, lifting his head away, “But I wasn’t wrong per se, just I needed time, though I wish I hadn’t hurt you like that.”
“Thank you,” Kongpob whispers, then pulls Arthit back down at an awkward angle that strains his back in all the wrong places, kissing him firmly again, his tongue slipping between his lips, deepening their connection.
Arthit lets the kiss happen. Participates even. Then, part way through that something truly magical that Kongpob can do with his tongue, he remembers and pushes the younger man away, sitting bolt upright, hand still cradling Kongpob’s head.
“Stop distracting me! Stop distracting yourself. You need to do the thing. And you can’t be bringing up our ancient relationship history every time you want to win an argument either! What would Prem think if he heard me bickering with you about this, or my declarations of love or admitting I’m wrong?”
“He’d think you’re adorable and wrong and totally in love with your boyfriend and he’d be right,” Kongpob smirks and leans up to press a final kiss to Arthit’s lips.
Arthit groans and drops his head into his hand, “That’s awful.. damn..”
“Well,” Kongpob continues, reaching out to pull Arthit’s hand away from his face, “He’d probably think all of that if he were even paying any attention to us lately, but he’s not, he’s too interested in what Wad’s doing, so don’t sweat it, okay?”
“Wad?” Arthit asks, bemused.
“Yes dummy, you know he’s totally into him right?”
Arthit frowns, “Seriously? Wad? Prem? Prem and Wad? You have to be joking!”
Kongpob laughs, “Duh! Of course P’Prem and Wad, how do you not know that? Have you been hiding your head in the sand again?”
Arthit swallows hard and then stares his boyfriend down, “Are you actually being serious?”
Kongpob nods slowly, then adds, “I rather think they’ve been having sex longer than us, P’Arthit.”
At the word ‘sex’, Arthit’s cheeks flush shiny red and Kongpob can’t help but smirk again, reaching out to touch his boyfriend’s hot cheeks, “Seriously, love, you’re not actually blushing at the thought of your friend, a grown adult, having sex?”
Arthit mumbles something incoherent and tries to hide his face but Kongpob persists, lifting his chin so they are facing each other directly.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No,” Arthit whispers but he still can’t look Kongpob in the eye.
“You’re embarrassed that our friends are having sex? Or that we’re having sex?”
“Kong..” Arthit says, shuffling awkwardly.
“Seriously, P’Arthit, please, I don’t want you to think it’s anything to be embarrassed about. When we’re together, when we..” he pauses and then reaches out for Arthit, gently stroking his cheek until the older man looks him in the eyes, then he continues.
“When we make love, P’Arthit,” Kongpob’s voice stays steady and he keeps eye contact with his boyfriend, “That’s an expression of our love for each other. Making love with you, however we do it, is me showing you the depth of my feelings for you and accepting yours in return and it’s beautiful. So beautiful! Do you know that?”
He waits - the silence lingering as Arthit swallows hard and tries not to look away.
But then Arthit nods and Kongpob carries on, fingertips still stroking Arthit’s inflamed skin, his voice alive with excitement, “And P’ Arthit, I think having sex with you is the best thing in the whole world, truly. It’s incredible, it’s-”
Kongpob pauses as Arthit closes his eyes again, a small choking noise escaping his lips. Kong leans in and kisses them softly, “I love it. I love you and I don’t feel embarrassed, but I guess it’s okay if you do.. I suppose we’ve never really talked about this have we..”
Arthit’s eyes fly open and he shakes his head several times, “No.. No.. I..”
Kongpob sits back and gives him the space he needs, hand dropping from his cheek to loosely link with his fingers.
Arthit takes an audible breath, shaky in the silence, “No,” he says again, firmly this time, “No, I’m not embarrassed when we.. have sex.. make love.. I’m.. well, you’ve seen me, I’m a bit shy and nervous at first, but..” he pauses and then leans in so they’re close enough to kiss, “But I like to think I’m a very active participant..”
Kongpob grins at him and accepts the kiss, “Oh, you are P’Arthit! A very active participant…”
“Kongpob!” Arthit admonishes, trying to be stern, but it doesn’t work because he ends up with Kongpob straddling his lap, his heavy weight covering his body, both of them sinking into the soft mattress beneath him.
“Yes P’Arthit? Can I help you?”
Arthit can’t help smiling, “Kiss me?”
“Always.”
Their mouths meet in a long and lingering kiss, once that gets hot and wet very quickly, that has them rolling over every inch of the bed, their bodies pressed close together, hands roaming under shirts, heated fingers stroking soft skin..
Arthit pulls away for a second, “Don’t you ever get nervous about this, Kongpob?”
Kongpob gives him a cheeky grin, “Only about performing well for you, Phi!” Then he surges up and drags Arthit back into a deep kiss that has them panting hard..
..of course.. that’s when there’s a loud bang on the door and a familiar voice calls out, “Kongpob Suthiluck, you’re late! Get out here before your mother and I make the decision for you!”
Kongpob and Arthit spring apart, rolling off the bed and landing with a loud thump!
“Kongpob? Arthit?”
Shame-faced, Kongpob pushes himself up and waits for Arthit to straighten his clothes before he opens the door, “Sorry Father, we were.. studying?”
Kongpob’s father gives him a pointed look, then turns to stare at Arthit before he looks back at Kongpob and reaches out to adjust the T-shirt that has lifted up at his waistband and is extremely creased, “Studying? Is that what they call making out these days? Wonders will never cease..”
Then he turns and marches down the hall as Kongpob collapses into Arthit’s side groaning.
Arthit grins at him, “Hey Kongpob? I thought you didn’t get embarrassed or nervous about this stuff? Are you actually blushing?”
“P’Arthit!”
The End