Truth Vs Lie (ForthMing) (BOYXBOY)

Posh

I cannot tell if I sounded rude in my semi drunken haze but I couldn't stay there any longer knowing that they would be discussing Lam's potential marriage or listening to Lam agree to it or anything.

I don't know when it happened but I realized I started seeing Lam as more than just a friend. But how do I go confessing to a guy, whom a year ago I was very clearly telling him that I am not into guys?! Argh. Maybe it's good term break was coming to an end. I wouldn't see Lam as often and maybe these feelings will disappear.

Argh, who was I kidding?? I prolly miss him even more. But I really cannot stand seeing him be engaged to Nin or marry her or any other girl for that matter. Why didn't I ever ask him properly if he ever likes guys only or girls too?!? Argh.
I kept punching the wall in frustration. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn't hear Lam coming in and locking the door behind him.

"Punch my wall 1 more time and there will be a hole. Mum will kill us both. Is that OK?"

I stopped, stunned that he was here. I turned around gingerly and saw him, red faced a little and tousled hair. He looked so fucking handsome please. Oh god, I was so gay for this fellow. Please help me.

"Are you OK? You seemed frustrated earlier despite your words. Is there something wrong?"

I continued to look at Lam. I didn't know how to answer him. The urge to kiss him was getting stronger by the minute. I heard him open his mouth a 3rd time but this time I heard nothing as I just strode up to him and kissed him.

I kissed him for a full 30 seconds. I couldn't let go. Even after I did, I peppered his face with kisses. Lam just let me be. I finally let go and rested my head on his forehead. I pulled away slowly.

Only to have Lam confess "I love you Posh."

And what did I do when I heard that? I cried. I just cried. The stupid man I was.
Lam hugged me tightly murmuring about how he wasn't going to let me go, how he should have sucked it up and confessed a year ago, how he cannot be without me. I held onto him so tightly, my tears full on streaming down.

We pulled away, both of our faces fully red from both drinking and our emotions, hair equally tousled, swollen lips and reddened eyes. We leaned forward and kissed again, words not necessary for how we feel. It was darn obvious.