Away From Prying Eyes

Chapter 1

Dimples.

His eyes, that nose, those soft lips, and dimples. It's taking everything thing in him not to kiss this man silly. He wants consume him. No, he wants to fall down on his knees and worship this man in every way possible. It's scary. Is this love? Is it an obsession? Everything about this man has him weak. The way he walks. The way his cheeks puff out when he's eating. The way he laughs so deeply and his dimples pop out. Gah! Just the thought of his dimples makes him giddy. And his favorite thing of all is the glasses. He shouldn't feel this way, but whenever he sees him with those glasses on—it's the sexiest thing ever. Never in a million years did Pat think he would be adding "wearing glasses" to his list of kinks.

A twitch brings him out of his thoughts. He takes his hand and gently caresses the sleeping face on his chest. How is he so lucky? He stares at the face of his...boyfriend. Pat lays back against the headboard with a silly smile on his face. Boyfriend. This man laying on his chest, scratch that, this over grown teddy bear that attacked him in his sleep is his boyfriend. He still couldn't believe it. For months he has been pining over this man. Calling, texting, showing his amazing cooking skills. Okay, it's a slight exaggeration, his cooking skills are enough to make sure he doesn't die from hunger. But either way his boyfriend was impressed. He seriously gave his all to woo this man and finally—

"Babe, why are you up?" Pat looked down to see the most beautiful pair of brown eyes staring up at him. The look in those eyes almost suffocated him. He felt like he was drowning. He felt dizzy. He could see all of the emotions his boyfriend felt. Love, admiration, and...lust? Is he already horny this early in the morning? After taking a deep steadying breath, Pat let out a slight chuckle. He unconsciously rubbed where his boyfriend's dimples would normally be and lightly kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Shh, go back to sleep." Pat pulled his boyfriend closer in his arms, took a deep sniff and buried his face in his hair. It was his favorite scent. He didn't know how to explain it. So calming and relaxing, yet it made him crazy aroused.

He listened to the deep and steady breathing of his favorite person. He tried to fight going back to sleep. He knew what would happen when he woke up, but he couldn't fight it anymore. He took one last look at his lover and slowly drifted back off to sleep.

4 Years Ago

Pran angrily turns over slams his hand on his dresser searching for his cell phone. Who the heck is calling him on his off day. He doesn't reach for his glasses, instead he automatically picks up and grumbles a muffled hello.

There was silence. Pran internally rolled his eyes and was prepared to give this person a few choice words.

"Listen it's too early—"

"Pran? For the love of god please don't tell me you're still in bed? You promised you wouldn't be late today."

His heart dropped. He recognized that voice. It can't be. Pran pulled the phone back and stared at the screen. Between his vision and just now waking up he couldn't see the screen clearly. He jumped out of bed and reached for his glasses then looked at his phone again. Oh, sh...I messed up again.

"Hey Wai, I wasn't sleeping. I, um....couldn't find my contacts. I know that I —"

"Pran don't give me that bs. You don't wear contacts. You complain every time you have to put them in. The one time I asked for you to be responsible you couldn't do it. Just forget it. You will never change."

Pran slowly lowered his phone to his lap and stared at the time. He was late. He checked his alarms and sure enough he had turned them off in favor of getting more sleep. He let the phone slip from his hands and laid down in a daze.

Hours have gone by and Pran is still stuck in his bed. He finally did it. Wai will never talk to him again. He ruined the last friendship that he had. His best friend since kindergarten. The weight of knowing that he let Wai down is making it difficult to get up. Wai has always been understanding. When he found out that Pran could see the future he didn't treat him weirdly. Instead he became more protective of Pran.

Wai's cold, distant voice is playing repeatedly in his head. Wai is normally expressive. When he's mad, happy, or scared he doesn't hesitate to show it. But this time he was shockingly quiet. He had no emotions in his voice. Wai only gets like this right before he cuts you off for good. And once that happens there are no second chances. Pran knew he messed up. He deserved it.

"Now I'm really by myself." Pran whispered.

If only he could go back to his dreams. To his person. But then again, maybe it's that person's fault as well.