Lucky Star

Chapter 13

Bright gulped hard. Kamasutra. Saint wanted them to follow a fucking Kamasutra book. He wanted to bite his nails and tremble at the very corner of the room. Or worse, he wanted to cuff himself on the nearest wall and restrain himself from grabbing on Saint and literally devour that guy on the bed for wearing that sinful piece of clothing.

"N' Bright." Saint grinned up at him innocently as of this situation isn't awkward at all.

"Okay, so let's start with number 1, section A also known as," Bright noticed the deep blush that crept on the council president's neck. "Foreplay. We will start with foreplay."

Bright raised his eyebrows.

"So we are going to start." Saint slowly took a step forward, Bright, on the other hand, found himself glued on the spot, completely paralyzed at lost on what to do. He felt himself shudder at the soft touch on his shoulder, delicate and soft fingers slowly tracing his arm down to the back of his hand. With his other hand, Saint reached out to touch the back of his hair. Bright felt his breath hitched.

But contradicting the gentle and soft touches, Saint suddenly pulled Bright by the nape and kisses him, hard. Bright's eyes went wide at the sudden action. Because Saint was freaking sucking his face like a vacuum, not that Bright doesn't want to but, it was hard to gain control.

Saint was dominating. His hands were pulling Bright's head deeper and his mouth kept on unleashing these sinful noises every time his tongue would mesh up with him. And then Bright felt it. He felt those hands caressing the back of his hair, slowly trailing down until they were pressed up against his chest. Bright wasn't that drunk with lust then because he was still panicking at the thought that he was here making out with Saint while the others were out there, looking for him.

And so, Bright decided to gently push Saint away by his waist, wanting the elder to get the message that Bright was desperately giving. But then he just had to pull away and kiss that spot behind Bright's ears.

And oh, Bright couldn't help but groan out in pleasure and instead of pushing the council president away, he unconsciously finds himself pulling Saint close as if he was urging him to torture that spot over and over because it felt so damn good.

He was officially drunk with lust.

After a few tugs and kisses, Bright found himself sprawled over the bed, belt unbuckled, and pant down his ankles with Saint settled on his groin, riding him. Their mouths were still attached, and Bright swore he felt a thin line of drool trail ever so the corner of his mouth. He wanted to cry in embarrassment because he never drooled. The last time when he was 8 and he been constantly teased by his classmates because of it.

"P' Saint." He whispered breathlessly once the said guy left his mouth to trail kisses down his chest.

Saint felt proud because he was the reason why his boyfriend is now like that. And so, he kept on doing his ministrations.

"Bright," Saint whispered, thumb already hooked on the garter of Bright's boxers. "This is..." He gulped. "... will be the first time I'll do this so..."

And just like that, Bright snapped out of his drunken state and sat up with eyes wide in surprise. 'P' Saint is a virgin!? No, no, no. The first time is supposed to be special.' Bright was stiff as a board, but little Bright was running around frantically in panic inside his brain, their mini office now on fire. 'They were supposed to be with your special someone, doing it on your special place with that special atmosphere around them not like this!'

Before Saint could expose Bright's little friend, Bright pushed back from the bed and caged Saint on the mattress, kissing him. "A-Aren't we moving a little too fast, P' Saint?"

"What do you mean fast? Are you," Bright immediately felt a wave of guilt when he saw the president's guilty looks, "Do you not want me?"

'You have no idea how much I really want you, seriously.'

"No, no! What I meant was..." Bright stopped momentarily when his eyes landed on a picture of the book. He gulped. "- that I... think you should prepare yourself for what's going to happen later."

"Prepare myself?"

"You know..." Bright nervously laughed. "Pep talk? I mean, since it's going to be our first time?"

Saint looked a bit confused for a moment, but the moment he dropped his gaze on the book, his face flamed up and slowly he nodded. "Right. Pep talk. I need... one." He lifted his head to give Bright one long, lingering kiss before he walked off to the bathroom.

And Bright, being the hormonal teenager he is, managed to the caught sight of something... white. He shook his head furiously and slapped both of his cheeks. Now is the time to make an exit.

"What took you so long to answer?!"

Bright just got out of the room after locking the door from inside before closing it just if someone wants to get inside. He wouldn't want any drunk-ass to get a look of his boyfriend. Just the thought enrage him. "I'm sorry, Mike." He said, phone pressed against his ear. "Something came up – ah! Why didn't you tell me P' Saint was here too?!"

"What, he was there?!" He made a noise of disbelief before honking his car, muttering a curse afterwards. "Look, let's talk about this when I get there. For now, I want you to get your ass outside and wait for me, okay?" The call ended there.

Bright made a beeline towards the stairs. He was just on the third step when he felt two arms wrap around his body.

"There you are."

Bright's eyes went wide upon hearing that. "P' Godt?"

He felt the taller's nose nuzzle against his neck. "I missed you," Godt whispered, breath hot against his cheek that got Bright's breath to hitch. "Let's go back to the basement."

Bright reverted back to panic mode. 'Shit, shit, shit.' P' Godt was all intimate with him. Not that he doesn't like it, but goddammit why does it have to be in public where possibilities of the others might see them?!

He was about to open his mouth to make some excuse when suddenly, his phone lit up from his pocket, the ringtone blaring loud for the two to hear. Godt hummed. "Your mom again?" Bright froze. 'What if it was Mike? Holy shit... Godt will know that he was lying-'

"Bright Vachirawit Chivaaree, where the hell are you this late of the night? It's already way past your bedtime and –"

"Mom, you have no idea how much I love you. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU! I'll come home later tonight. Mike going to drop me off. Bye!"

"Bright!"

The call ended.

Mrs Chivaaree sighed on her phone. "What is up with that kid?"

"Probably getting laid."

"Son!"

"I second that." Mr Chivaaree piped in; eyes focused on the news on the screen.

"That's it. You two are going to sleep outside!"