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A week isn't that long, all things considered.
Prapai has projects that last months. When he has the occasional week off, it barely feels long enough to leave town. Often, work leaves him exhausted enough that he doesn't have the energy to rub one out in the shower, let alone field a hookup.
But from the moment Sky hangs up on him that Friday night, he's on a hair trigger. He can't focus on work. His siblings tease him for his distraction, his new fascination. He can't even imagine how bad it'd get if they knew a nineteen year old was telling him when and how he can bust.
He still barely believes he agreed to it. He would have said honestlty anything to get Sky to agree to see him again. But every time he goes to touch himself, he remembers the hot, tense thrum in Sky's voice as he'd told him to wait. He sounded hornier at the prospect of Pai coming instantly than he had the whole night they spent fucking. Actually, for a guy who was bouncing on a dick like his spine was spring-loaded, he'd kept relatively quiet. Makes sense for a college kid, though, if he's used to getting it on in dorm rooms.
Prapai's apartment has thick walls. And even if it didn't, who cares. He owns the whole floor, Sky can scream as loud as he wants.
"Sir?"
Prapai looks up. His assistant is standing at his desk. It's possible she's been standing there for a while. It’s Friday, one week, as promised. He’s a little distracted.
"Yes?"
She does the face where it’s obvious she wants to roll her eyes, but is far too good at her job. "You have a meeting, Mr. Prapai. It started ten minutes ago."
Shit.
He clears his throat, standing and buttoning his jacket. “Fashionably late."
It’s not like his presence actually matters; he's only a stand-in for his father in these sort of client-facing meetings. His name is enough. A cardboard cut-out propped up in his chair with a smile pasted on would be ideal, honestly.
He's antsy all the way through. When he should be reviewing numbers, he's thinking about Sky's mouth. During the Q&A, he's remembering the exact set to Sky's eyebrows when he'd pulled Pai's dick out of his jeans. He liked what he saw, Pai knows he did. And if he doesn't stop thinking about it right now, he's going knock a dent into the bottom of the boardroom table.
"Are you sure you're okay, sir?" his assistant asks afterward.
"Yeah. Well--." Prapai coughs into his closed fist. "I think I might be coming down with something. I may need to take some time off. After all--" He gives her a firm pat on the back of the shoulder. "It's been a busy week."
On the drive home he is filled with the sudden horrific fear that Sky will stand him up. He'd said maybe. Maybe he would see him again. It would be just like Pai’s cold little beauty to never call him back.
Two blocks away from his building, his phone rings.
"Hello?" There's silence on the other end. "Are you just going to breathe at me?"
"It'd serve you right."
Pai's heart gives a little bound. He's given up feeling pathetic, now he just revels in it. "You called."
"I said I would."
Pai grins alone to himself in his car. "You said you maybe would."
“Fine, then. I’m hanging up.”
"Don't do that.” Prapai invites everyone in Bangkok to admire how calm he sounds, since his pulse is currently slamming up into his throat. “I’m glad to hear your voice.” He stops at a light, hitting the brake a little harder than he means to. The Toyota behind him honks angrily.
"Are you driving?" Sky asks. "I shouldn't bother you."
"It's fine, it's bluetooth."
"You have bluetooth in your car?"
"Everyone has bluetooth in their car.”
"Not my dad.”
“How old is your dad’s car?”
"I've never asked."
"Are you at home?" Pai asks as he turns into his apartment parking garage.
“Yes.”
“When are you coming over?"
“Who said anything about coming over?”
Pai eases into his parking space--the best one in the building--and clicks off the ignition. "You did. You said a week."
"I said a week and then I'll think about it."
"So?"
"So what?" Sky sounds a little bit out of breath, like he's climbing stairs.
"What are you thinking?"
Sky makes an annoyed noise. "I'm thinking you're a pain in the ass."
"Baby--."
"If you make a joke about ass pain, I am hanging up on you."
Pai is back to grinning into thin air. "Come over."
"Why?"
Pai lets out a squeaking little laugh, draping himself over his steering wheel. "Sky. Baby. I've been rock hard for seven days."
Sky huffs. "You didn't have to listen to me. I can't believe you did. Sucker."
"I just wanted to show you I'm serious." Behind Prapai, a car passes smoothly by, its headlights sliding over him. "I've been good," he says into the quiet.
Sky makes a noise like he's sucking air in through his teeth.
"I'll send a car for you."
"No," Sky says. He's breathing heavy again. More stairs. "I'll get there on my own."
"Are you sure? Do you need the address--"
"I don't need the address," Sky says. "I remember where it is."
Sky hasn’t bothered to dress up for him—he’s just in little blue shorts and his white school shirt, his hair tousled from the wind. Or… maybe he realized how much Pai likes it when he’s dressed down, and he had dressed down for him.
Pai stood in front of the mirror before Sky showed up, trying to decide whether he should go for comfortable or elegant. He definitely couldn't stay in his suit--it smelled like the office, and he'd been sitting in it all day.
In the end he put on a pair of Gucci sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt. He doesn't want to look like he's trying too hard, but there's also no point to working on his delts if he can't show them off. He doesn't lift for his health.
Sky barely looks at him, though. He walks straight to the balcony and the view.
Sky likes his apartment. He'd never admit it; he’d told Prapai it's tacky the night he brought him home last spring. But Pai can tell. He liked the view, and his eyes lingered on the deep marble tub sunk into the bathroom. Pai wants to fuck him inside it. He'd wanted to do it that first night, maybe in the morning--a slow, sweet round with Sky pinned against the stone, long legs wrapped around Pai's waist.
"Are you hungry?" Prapai holds up his phone. "I can order us something. What do you feel like eating?"
Sky turns back from the view, gaze shrewd. "Aren't you dying?"
"Huh?"
He raises his brows and drops his eyes to waist level. Tease. Pointing something like that out from across the room, with no intention of doing anything about it. What a cruel boy.
"I can wait," he says. "I want to do it right. Ideally, we'd go out, but--." He grins. "I don't know if you'd want to be seen in public with me right now."
"I don't want to be seen with you anyway," Sky says, predictably. "And if you could maintain an erection for an entire date, I would be impressed. And I'd take you to the hospital."
"How sweet."
Sky rolls his eyes. He walks resolutely across the room and grabs Pai by the shoulders. "Sit down." He pushes him toward the sofa with surprising strength. Then he stands at his knee, like a diver perched on the edge of the board. It looks like he's gnawing at the inside of his mouth. Pai holds out his arms.
Sky doesn’t move. "Take it out," he says.
Heat slaps Pai in the face, sliding down all the way into his guts. His dick throbs. His fingers feel fat and clumsy as he fumbles with the drawstring of his sweats.
Sky looks at his dick, arms crossed, head cocked to the side. Pai knows he's fucking with him, but he still feels a weird pulse of self-consciousness as he gives himself a couple tugs. He has a nice cock. That's an objective fact.
Sky slaps his hand away.
The two of them blink at each other. Pai reaches for Sky and he flinches back, like he thinks Pai is angry.
"C'mere. Pai brushes a hand over his hip, pulling him down into his lap. He kisses him on the neck, one side then the other, soft presses of lips beneath his ear. Sky breathes out hard. His eyes are squeezed shut, fists balled up against his own chest.
"I've missed you," Pai says against his ear. "I've been thinking about you all week."
Sky's annoyed noise becomes as gasp as Pai bites at the thick tendon in his neck. He rubs down the smooth muscles of his back, feeling the place where his shoulder blades stand out stark. Has he not been eating any of the food Pai's been sending him? If he won't let Pai take him out, and he won't even eat delivery food...
No wonder he looks so exhausted.
Sky's wraps his hot little fingers around his cock. Pai's hips jerk. He forces himself still. “You said you did all the work last time.” He takes Sky’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
Sky goes rigid against him for a moment, beautiful eyes distant and trapped. Prapai pushes his hair back off his forehead. “Sky. Baby?”
He blinks. Shakes himself. “I’m fine. Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
Prapai is definitely strong enough to carry Sky to the bedroom, and he would have done it gracefully too, if it hadn't been for his raging erection and Sky's flailing arms and legs.
"Asshole! I can walk!"
He pushes Sky onto the bed, which he'd only bothered to make this morning in anticipation of getting him over here.
Every time he kisses Sky he senses a moment of that panicky reticence, the stubbornness that had him throwing away gifts and blocking numbers, refusing to stay the night after the most magnificent fuck of Prapai's life. They take their clothes off on either side of the bed, Sky folding his carefully before setting the soft pile down onto the floor. It makes something warm spread through Pai's chest. He likes seeing Sky's habits.
He's quiet when Pai reaches over to the bedside table for lube.
"Did you really wait?" he asks, while Pai's fiddling with the condom wrapper. In the last gasp of evening light, his eyes are a dozen shades of brown and amber. If Pai could write, he'd write a poem.
“I really did,” he says, and rolls the condom on.
Sky grabs him by the hair, pulling him down and kissing him so hard his teeth sink into Pai's bottom lip. It hurts, but Pai doesn't pull away. He lets the copper taste fill both their mouths. Sky rolls over onto his stomach, resting his head on his hands with a little sigh. By the time Pai gets inside him, his dick feels like it’s going to fall off. A week is too fucking long.
“Come on,” Sky says. “You won’t break me.”
He's got ways to make himself last longer, but Sky seemed so desperately horny at the idea of him getting off fast that he doesn't bother. He lets himself fall into the rhythm, and comes hard enough that it draws a shout from the pit of his stomach.
"God." Pai kisses along Sky's spine, feeling high as a kite. "Fuck, you feel so good. I told you I wouldn't be able to hold back."
Sky says nothing, but he's breathing heavy. He rolls his hips against Pai, grinding back.
Pai hisses, grabbing at the base. "Watch out, the condom--"
Sky squeezes down. Pai swears. He's still mostly hard, sensitive, throbbing in the wet heat. It feels like his heart is pounding in his dick. He pulls out, and Sky makes the slightest little noise, high and desperate, like he can't stand being empty.
"Turn over, baby."
When he doesn't, Pai pushes at his hip. Sky grunts, scowling at him. His little glare is adorable. His cock is hard and flushed dark at the head, glistening wet. Pai leans down to taste and Sky makes another of those soft noises. His eyes are hot. He looks dazed, shaky, burning with something fathomless. Prapai can't help thinking that if he looks into his eyes long enough, he’ll see down to the deep, quiet core of him, where all the things he is afraid of live. Maybe then he can find out how to soothe them.
Sky reaches for himself, and Pai catches his hand, leaning in to kiss his knuckles. "I told you--." Prapai reaches for the lube. "You don't need to lift a--" He squirts some out onto his finger and holds it up.
Sky groans, but he doesn’t say anything. If he's horny enough it seems like he won't complain about Prapai's jokes. Good to know.
"Lie back," Pai says. "Let me make you feel good."
Sky stares at him, propped up on his elbows. The sun has sunk beneath the skyline, casting the room in shadow. Slowly, Sky lets himself fall back against the mattress.
"Okay," he says. "Go ahead."
It takes Pai a while to get the angle right; he's used to doing this with his dick. But then Sky's eyes snap open and his thighs tense. Pai rubs deep and steady with the pad of two fingers, watching rapt as Sky tries and fails to not to let how it feels show on his face.
Deep, persistent pressure. That's what this needs.
Sky bites into his lip. His hair, already heavy with sweat, falls into his eyes. A slow, deep croon drags up from the center of his chest. He looks shocked. He slaps a hand over his mouth.
"Don't." Prapai's voice is ragged. "Please let me hear you."
Sky’s eyes go molten and angry, but his mouth drops open and he moans, grabbing at Pai's arm where it's braced over his head. His feet kick helplessly, his dick twitching, dripping out a thin stream of milky liquid.
"F-fuck--fuck!" Sky clenches down around Pai's fingers, tossing his head. "Fuck."
He's shaking, fine little tremors moving through his legs and torso. A tear leaks out of the corner of his eye. Pai leans in and licks it up. "You're so hot. You're so fucking hot. Does that feel good?"
He starts again, slow circles. Pai has only gotten off this way himself a couple times, but he remembers he could feel it in his whole body. A radiating glow.
"Stop--stop." Sky grabs at Pai's arm. "Stop, I'm gonna piss."
"You're not gonna piss."
Sky smacks at his arm. His body twists, like his muscles aren't quite under his own control. Another oozing pulse dribbles out onto his stomach. Pai presses harder and Sky's cock jerks, shooting hard up his chest, and he makes the most deeply erotic sound Pai has ever heard in his life. It’s resonant, heavy with pleasure, release, and a hint of what might be rage, banked low beneath the rest.
"Fuck me." He tosses his head. “Fuck me."
"Sky--."
When Pai doesn't move fast enough, Sky reaches down and does it for him, yanking his fingers out and grabbing at Pai's dick. He lines him up, and Prapai opens his mouth to say he isn’t wearing a condom, this isn’t a good idea, but the slick, soft clench against the head feels too good, and he slides in with a grunt. Sky lets out a happy sigh in response, which quickly becomes a moan when Pai hits his prostate again. He’s unbearably sensitive from the massage, and his whole body trembles with every thrust.
“Harder,” Sky gasps. His fingers curl in the sheets. He mumbles something that sounds like, “Make me—“
Pai doesn’t know what he wants to be made to do, and he doesn’t dare guess, so he just obeys the one coherent directive and fucks him as hard as he can.
Sky shakes through something resembling an orgasm, dick twitching but tapped out. Prapai kisses his neck, nipping at the sweat-soaked ends of his hair. “Fuck. God, Sky, you—.” He’s never made anyone come dry before.
He pulls out at the last second, fucking into his fist. He’s clean, but Sky doesn’t know that, and he couldn’t handle him suggesting that he might be the sort of guy who’d lie about something like that. He comes with a wrenching groan, shooting all over Sky’s belly and the tops of his thighs. Sky flinches a little, but his mouth twitches into the tinniest grin.
After they’ve cleaned up a little, Prapai falls back into bed. His thigh muscles are screaming. Sky turns his head, sweaty bangs smeared across his forehead. His eyes are soft and dazed with pleasure.
“I love making you come,” Pai says senselessly, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
Sky looks too fucked-out to summon up much of his customary glare, but he’s trying his best. “Why?”
Pai cocks an eyebrow. What kind of question is that?
The answer is—well, there’s no answer. It’s just dirty talk, there isn’t any kind of meaning behind it. But lying here, looking at the smooth lines of Sky laid out in his bed… well, he still doesn’t know how to answer it. He thinks of him stubbornly shoving food into his mouth at breakfast, of his body going rigid and tight when Pai mentioned love. The way he’d trembled when Pai pushed him back against the truck at the racetrack, before the mask fell away, replaced with jaded annoyance.
He thinks, very briefly, of the kitten his sister had when they were young, that would hiss and sink its tiny fangs into Pai’s fingers, until he learned the right way to hold it.
“I don’t know,” Prapai says. “Why does anyone like anything?”
Sky opens an eye. “That’s a dumb answer.”
Well, it’s kind of a dumb question.”
Sky shoves at his shoulder. It’s pretty pathetic. He looks like his bones are made of jello. If Pai carried him to the bath right now, he bets he wouldn’t protest. “Can you stay?” He goes to stroke Sky’s forehead again, only to get smacked away.
“I’m not a cat. What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing,” Pai says, propping his chin on his fist with a smile. “Nothing at all.”