Enemies with Benefits

Part Three

    After the hostility between Wai and Pat the entire time they were at the beach, Pran decided that they needed to have a good heart to heart. In fact, with Pat's permission, he decided that he was going to tell Wai what was going on simply because there was no way Pran would be able to make any progress in getting Pat to fall in love with him if he had to split his attention between his would be lover and his best friend. Wai, for all his best qualities, could not seem to resist fighting with Pat or Korn for that matter. Pran just knew something needed to be done, so he set off for Wai's dorm after dropping off his things at home and spending a few indulgent moments pressed against the door of Pat's apartment being kissed breathless.

    From one moment to the next, Pran presses Pat away from him with a final almost desperate kiss.

    "We have to stop," Pran tells him as he pants for breath.

    Pat feels like his blood is on fire as he presses closer to Pran, "Yea, you're right," he mumbles between kisses up Pran's soft, gorgeously kissable neck.

    "I'm going to go talk to Wai," Pran tells his love, "I know he will keep a secret, and it's better than trying to mediate every time you two are within five feet of each other."

    Nodding in agreement, Pat snuggles in close to Pran despite the other boy's protests and breathes deeply against his neck.

    "Fuck, Pran," Pat whines plaintively, "why do you smell so good all the time?" Shivering in contentment, Pat rests against Pran snuggling him like his Fragrant while the other boy wraps his arms around him.

    "Pat," Pran murmurs softly, "If you want to tell your friend, I won't mind."

    Shocked, Pat raises his eyes quickly to Pran's to confirm what he just heard.

    "Are you sure?" Pat asked, his voice small and almost vulnerable. Pran is surprised by this side of the other boy. After years of loving Pat desperately from afar and truly believing he knew everything about him, Pran was amazed that he took this part of Pat for granted. The more he thought about their lives, Pran was beginning to realize that Pat was the kind one, the giving one, the peace maker. Pat was the lover and Pran was the fighter after all. This must change! Pran told himself firmly. No matter what happens, I will make sure that Pat knows how much I love him. I will show him that his kind gestures, his unconscious love for me was not wasted.

    Pressing a soft kiss to Pat's temple, Pran extricated himself from his love's arms and straightened both their clothes. "We need to go."

    "I have the car this weekend," Pat ventured, "if you want to me to drop you off, I'm heading over to Korn's room he's in the Silom building."

    Pran laughed, "Wai lives in the same building."

    Pat pressed himself against Pran once more and Pran was reminded of a puppy.

    "Then that means you can ride with me?" His hopeful voice melted Pran on the spot. What the hell is happening to me? Pran wondered. How is he able to to this? I am going to lose this fucking bet!

    With a soft chuckle and a barely suppressed grin, Pran assented to the ride and pushed the other boy away. It was at that moment that he finally cast his eyes around the other boy's room and his nose crinkled in disgust.

    "This place is a complete trash heap!" Pran exclaimed. "How can you live like this?"

    "Pa hasn't been available this week to clean for me," Pat explained as he turned around and noticed the pair of smiley face boxers hanging off the corner of his desk where he had cast them when looking for Nong Nao. The messy boy's face flushed scarlet as he backed up quickly and grabbed the offending undergarment stuffing it into his hamper away from Pran's judgmental gaze. He wasn't willing to admit that those had quickly become his favorite pair after visiting Pran's room for the first time. He also wasn't willing to admit that he may have ordered several pairs online and eagerly awaited their arrival.