Enemies with Benefits

Part Four

    Pran's heart slowly stopped hammering in his chest as he lay panting against Pat's chest. The illumination from Pran's marquee light cast a soft glow over Pat's tan skin that nearly glistened with a sheen of sweat from their earlier activities. If I could only go back in time and tell tenth grade Pran what he was waiting for—Pran thought blissfully—it would have made two and half years of boarding school feel like nothing.

    "I love you," Pran whispered against Pat's skin. "I've loved you for so long, I don't even remember when it started anymore."

    Pat nodded and pulled Pran closer to his chest. "I don't deserve you, but I will spend every single day of our lives proving to you that I love you, Pran."

    Pran smiled at the other boy in contentment, "Start by cleaning up your stuff then."

    "Oi, Pran," Pat whined plaintively, "It's our romantic time right now; you can't change the subject like that."

    The other boy chuckled and snuggled closely as he let his hand trail over Pat's gorgeous body with absolutely no shame any longer.

    While Pran enjoyed himself, appreciating every inch of his lover's fantastic abs, Pat thought about their romantic time once more.

    —Two hours earlier—

    Pat's hands shook as they slowly divested Pran of his clothing while they waited for the water to warm in Pran's shower. Pat couldn't help remembering the first time he saw Pran shirtless glancing out his window when Pran walked through his bedroom toweling his hair. The architecture boy had such beautifully smooth skin and the duskiest pink nipples which sent a frisson of desire through Pat that had immediately stunned him. Never in his recollection had he ever been so taken by how pretty Pran was and the realization caused an almost instantaneous flare of embarrassment from the unexpected reaction.

    "Shia, you're so smooth," Pat murmured before bending forward to press a series of kisses against Pran's collar bone. "How did it take me so long to notice you?"

    Pran giggled, he freaking giggled to Pat's absolute delight, "I've been wondering that since we were in the tenth grade, Pat."

    Pulling back for a moment, Pat's face softened in almost sadness, "I wasted so much time—" his whisper is cut off by Pran pulling him forward in to a desperate kiss. Pat lost his balance and compensated by nearly sitting on the bathroom counter causing Pran's neatly organized products to clatter into the sink and on to floor. Pran was so distracted by Pat, though, that he didn't even notice.

    "Stop thinking about it and touch me, Pat."

    Not needing to be told twice, Pat pressed forward leading his soon to be lover under the warm stream of the shower.

    "I want to kiss every inch of this body," Pat declares as he runs soapy hands over the other boy's silky skin. "It's not fair for you to be this perfect, how will little Pat survive!"

    Pran turns in the taller boy's arms and presses them together, all warm wet skin and soap suds, the feeling is exhilarating and almost enough to short circuit both boys' brains. Running his hands up Pat sides, Pran can't help detouring over the sexy, firm planes of his boyfriend's stomach and pectorals.

    "I don't know why you're so fascinated with me," Pran declares breathlessly as his hands wander over the muscles that tremble in anticipation, "have you seen yourself? My god Pat, you are so—so—" his voice trails off as he presses his lips to Pat's.

    When Pran is satisfied that they have cleaned every square inch of each other's bodies and prepared for the main event to his satisfaction, they leave the shower and soon fall in a tangle of damp limbs onto Pran's bed.