Forbidden | AU

Again?

"Oh shit" I say out loud as I see Sami standing outside the door.

"Again? Also could you two have been any louder? Just fucking date at this point." Sami says with a slight scoff as he walks away.

I look at Cham who is clearly embarrassed, to be fair so am I, probably even more than he is. I scratch the back of my head and try to force a slight smile at Cham. He just looks at me with that same hot ass face. Cham adjusted the towel wrapped around his waist and walked towards my room.

"Is he mad at me?" I think to myself, he didn't even say anything to me.

I walk into my room to see Cham nearly fully dressed. He has on loose grey sweatpants that are so baggy but yet so fitting. They outlined his crotch perfectly but so flowy around the other parts of his body. His boxer band was visible.

" Cham is so fucking sexy."
I silently think to myself biting my lip as I see him putting on an oversized white tee, covering his perfectly toned and defined abs.

Cham catches me staring and walks over towards me. His face is just centimeters away from mine, I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He smiles teasingly and jumps on my bed like we didn't just fuck in my shower. It was kind of annoying, I feel like he's leading me on. I don't even know if he's even gay or if he even likes me.

I get changed and lay down next to Cham, my back faces him. I feel his arm snake around my waist. He pulled himself to me, spooning me. I loved the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine. It was so calming yet it sort of turned me on. Cham starts to buck his hips behind me, obviously trying to gain some sort of friction. But I didn't want to have sex with him. I wanted him to tell me how he felt.

I started to feel Cham growing from behind me, His hard boner rubbing up against the back of my thigh. He slips his dick in between my thighs sliding it between my legs, he starts to let out small groans in my ear.

"What the fuck Cham?" I say in an annoyed tone.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Cham answers back to me in a more confused way.

"Cham what are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what are we doing? We're literally making out and we just had sex in my shower but yet we've never spoken about any of this? Do you even like me? Are you even gay?"

"Look Brandon, I can't answer that question right now. And to be honest I don't know what I'm doing either. All I know is that it feels right. But I cant give you the answer you want right now. I just need to figure some stuff out."

I sit in silence; staring at Cham with a blank expression.

"Okay" I answer.

He doesn't say anything after that, we just sit in awkward silence, staring at our hands.

Fuck. I ruined everything, I shouldn't of asked that, what if he's mad? what if he wants to leave? Why does it bother me so much? It's not like I'm even gay, even if I was I wouldn't want people to know. So why does it bother me that he doesn't know who he is or what he wants?

I look up and make eye contact with Cham, who was obviously already staring at me.

Cham leans in closer and closer until the tips of our noses are touching.

I was just annoyed with him a few seconds ago, why do I get so weak around him? why does he have all this power of me?

I ignore my thoughts and pay attention to the most breath taking sight in front me. Cham's eyes become darker, filled with lust almost. After a few seconds, he presses his lips against mine. The light kiss quickly starts turning into something more. One of his hands exploring parts of my lower body while the other is sliding under my shirt, I breathe heavily, my head falling into the crook of Cham's neck. He pauses for a moment then starts stripping himself until he's only in his boxers. He looks at me; clearly signifying for me to start getting undressed.

I don't know if I wanna do this right now. It seems like a bad time, we just fought a few minutes ago and now he wants to fuck again? But yet he still wants me to keep waiting? Is he just using me? does he even care about me?

"Brandon."

I look down at the floor; avoiding eye contact with him.

"Brandon." He says in a stern and clearly annoyed tone

"Jesus fucking christ Brandon. What the fuck is your problem now?

Is he actually fucking serious right now? He's asking me what MY problem is?

"Are you fucking joking? What is MY problem? What the hell is your problem Cham!? We just fucking fought and now you wanna have sex! What the fuck is your problem? Do you have any common human decency? It wouldn't fucking hurt to have any consideration for other people! Are you that much of a shitty person!"

I do a quick glance at Cham who's eyes darken even more, but not with lust. But with rage. He gave me a look I've never seen before. 

"God you're so fucking sensitive, it's not my fucking fault that you're just some faggot and won't admit it. You're such a desperate queer that you'd take dick or attention from anyone who offered it to you because you're lonely. You're a closeted fag that'll never come out because you're a pussy. You're insecure. You're weak. If you think anyone besides me would give anyone like you some attention, then you're fucking stupid. Grow the hell up."

Each word he said felt like a stabbing pain in my heart. My throat went dry, my eyes watered, my mind went blank. Just like earlier; I sit in silence and stare at my hands.