Don't Look at Me

Clank. Crash. Bang.

Khun stirred.

He rolled onto his back and wrinkled his nose in distaste at the loud unwanted noises interrupting the peace and quiet in his bedroom. He winced at the dark yellow light seeping through his tightly shut lids and cursed at the happily chirping birds outside his bedroom window. It didn't help that his head throbbed and his body ached.

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, he forced them open and groaned at his disturbed sleep. The only thing that even slightly cheered him up was the smell of pancakes wafting through the apartment that he shared with his best friend turned boyfriend, Bam.

Khun unwillingly sat up in his bed, an unusual ache in his lower half and he pulled his blankets with him as the cold air hit his bare back. He looked around his room, a sense of displacement settled in his stomach staring at the familiarly decorated space.

The room looked like his room... but it wasn't.

He flung himself back on the bed, hiding away under the blankets laced with Bam's scent and something else.

This isn't Khun's bedroom.

The realisation washed over Khun like a tidal wave as the memories from the night before came flooding back to him. The memories of drinking with Bam, of kissing Bam, of Bam taking his clothes off.

Khun felt the blood rush from his face, he gulped and clenched at the sheets hiding him away from the outside world.

He remembered.

He remembered their clothes being strewn across their living room.

He remembered Bam kissing him and picking him up.

He remembered Bam carrying him to his bedroom and gently laying him down on the bed.

He remembered Bam climbing on top of him.

He remembered Bam promising I'll be gentle...

Khun groaned and buried his face into the sheets. Now he understood why his lower half was worse for wear. The heat flooded back to his cheeks in full force and his body felt ultra sensitive, the ghost of Bam's hands against his skin lingering like a heavy reminder of his sins.

Not that there was anything wrong with what they had done. The couple had been best friends for years; hell, they'd been dating for months! They had come close to crossing that final line a few times but Khun had always stopped them, his fear, nerves and anxiety preventing him from letting Bam give him the ultimate pleasure.

And now it had happened when they were drunk.

Khun squirmed on the bed. Humiliation rolling through his body.

He just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide away forever.

"Good morning, Aguero."

The click of a door and the quiet, hushed tones of an angel greeting him made Khun want to die.

The absolute last thing he wanted right now was to see Bam.

Khun froze under the sheets, staying perfectly still in the hopes that Bam would think he was still sleeping and leave. Unfortunately he had no such luck.

He felt the bed dip as Bam took a seat on the mattress. The soft clicks, clanks and thumps as something was placed on a bedside table. Then, finally, the blanket was peeled away from Khun's face. He felt his heart race in his chest and his fingers held on tight to the edge of the blanket. As soon as Bam's face came into view, Khun tensed. He stopped the blanket from moving any further, leaving only his eyes and upwards visible.