Guardian Angel

Strange Feeling

Beam sat on the sand, exhausted from playing in the water and swimming.

Forth walked over to him, carrying two yellow drinking glasses with a small umbrella on the side of the glass. "Beam, have a drink. It's pineapple punch."

Beam accepted his glass and took a sip of its contents. He felt refreshed. Forth lay beside him with his hands as a pillow. Beam followed what Forth did. They lay side by side.

"I can sleep here, Poom, in the breeze and the softness of the sand," Beam said in a sleepy voice.

Forth laughed and turned to Beam. He was stunned. Beam looks very ... beautiful. His black hair on the white sand, half wet. His face was smooth and very white as pearl, with long and thick eyelashes and brows, a button nose, and soft lips that looked supple in red like cherrry.

Forth leaned in and pecks Beam on the lips. Beam gasped when Forth pecks him.

He turned and saw Forth staring at him intensely. "P-Poom? W-what are you doing?"

Forth reached out and gently stroked Beam's lips with his thumb. "You're so . . . beautiful, Beam. I am sorry, I can't hold myself. Please don't be mad, please?"

Beam sat up quickly. His heart was beating very fast and his cheeks felt hot. "We ... -let's go back to our room and have dinner. I want to take a shower."

Without waiting for Forth's answer, Beam ran to the cottage they had rented. Forth smiled a little and followed Beam. He touched his own lips. Beam's lips are very soft and sweet. Forth had never felt so happy after kissing someone. Just a simple peck actually, but he felt amazing.

Beam prepared dinner while Forth took a bath. He felt awry after Forth kissed him. He's not gay. He was famous as a casanova in high school, girls liked him and they threw themselves at him willingly.

Man? He has only been close to Phana and Kit since childhood. Never once had he felt anything so intimate for any man, not even the very handsome Phana. Not in that way.

He knew that some of his male friends, who were clearly gay, liked him and tried to approach him, both the bottom moreover the top. They gave him signal, but it make Beam disgusted.

However, what is this feeling? Poom, a mysterious man who has suddenly entered Beam's life lately, an economics student who is big and muscular but frivolous, very handsome, manly, with a tattoo and an earring on his right ear but often acts like a child with his love of playing videos games, fights, and sulks when Beam teases him. Beam's face reddened. Why am I praising him, Beam hissed inwardly.

"Ooh ... I'm so hungry," said Forth suddenly standing behind Beam.

Beam was surprised and turned around. Forth was standing in front of him, wearing only a towel covering his waist, rubbing his wet hair with a small towel.

The drops of water that fell on his chest made his broad chest glow beautifully. The three-headed dragon tattoo on his stomach, made Beam's blood ripple.

"Beam, what are you doing?" asked Forth, leaning over, looking behind Beam's back. "Smells good."

"Eer ... steak and sausage," Beam replied nervously. He could smell the cinamon scent from Forth's neck.

Forth turned his face and again, pecks Beam's damp hair. Casually.  "You smell good too, Beam." Then he walked away from kitchen like nothing happened. "I will change my cloth and help you."

Beam's face was flushed to the ears. He touch his hair where Forth pecks him. God, what is this feeling?

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