Prem watched Boun's face get closer to him, his charming lips opened slightly, and kissed him the next moment. The tongue then extended into his mouth, and the two tongues were entwined together, so Prem could not breathe easily. The naked bodies of the two people stick together, feeling the warmth of each other.
Boun's palms were running around his body, and Prem felt his body was hot and itching unbearably, with his mouth open looking for air. Boun began to lean over himself and move, Prem's legs wrapped around Boun's waist, allowing Boun to hit his body. As Prem reaches climax, Boun's warm breath was still in his ears.
Prem turned his head to look at Boun, who was resting beside him with his eyes closed, his undulating chest muscles. Prem swallowed his saliva involuntarily, he couldn't control his hand and reached out to touch it. Boun grabbed Prem's hand in an instant.
Prem was startled and opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.
Prem was in a trance for a few seconds, only to realize that his lower body was a little sticky, and he sat up in shock and pulled the quilt off his body.
"Shit!" Although Prem has not experienced it, he still has basic physiological knowledge. It must be related to the dream just now.
Prem lay back on the bed, recalling the dream just now, and a bunch of messy questions popped up one by one. Why do I have this kind of dream? Why is that person Boun? Why is it with a boy? Am I giving my first time to Boun? No, why am I at the bottom?!
'Knock knock knock.' There was a knock on the door!
"Shit!" Who else could be knocking on the door at this time besides Boun, now Boun sees this appearance, he is embarrassed to death. "Wait...wait a minute."
Prem jumped up from the bed, quickly took off his pants, and put on the shorts that he had thrown on the chair, then put the sheets and dirty pants into the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom, looking around, there was nothing wrong, so he quickly opened the door.
"Morning, P'Boun." Prem tried to hide his embarrassment with a smile.
"Morning, why is it taking so long, what are you doing?" Boun glanced at Prem, and carried his breakfast into the room.
"No... nothing. I just woke up..."
"Just woke up, where are your sheets?" Boun points to Prem's bed.
"That..." Prem was still thinking about what reason to use.
"Are you bed-wetting?"
"Ah! How could it be! I... I accidentally spilled water on the bed. Yes, it's water."
"Well, go wash up and have breakfast." Although Boun felt that Prem's statement was far fetched, he did not go deep into it.
"Okay..."
Today's breakfast, Prem was listless and full of just dreams.
On the one hand, Prem began to doubt his sexuality. After all, not only has he never been in a relationship, but it seems that he has not liked anyone for more than ten years. Therefore, some friends made fun of him before, and his brain had nothing but eat. On the other hand, he was worried that if Boun knew about his dream, will Boun think he has an intention for him, so that they will be embarrassed to meet and get along in the future. Also, what if he really likes Boun, it seems that Boun can't accept it, otherwise he will not transfer to another school because others think he is gay.
The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and Prem unconsciously shouted out the cry in his heart. It surprised Boun next to him.
"What's the matter with you? The porridge is not good today?"
"Ah, not... Phi, I'm sorry." Prem met Boun's worried eyes, feeling more and more sorry for Boun.
"Sorry for what?"
"That, I'm sorry, I scared you." What Prem wanted to say was 'I'm sorry, I bent you in my dream'.
"It's okay. Are you in a bad mood? Did something happen. Or are you not feeling well." Boun said and reached out to touch Prem's forehead.
Prem didn't react, but felt that the Boun in front of him was so gentle and charming.
"No fever. Prem, do you feel any discomfort in your body?" Boun's palm shook in front of Prem's eyes. "Why are you always absent-minded today, ask for leave if you are not feeling well, and I will accompany you to the hospital."
"I'm fine. I just...just didn't sleep well last night." Prem patted his face, trying to wake himself up and stop thinking.
"That's a relief. Let's finish the meal and go to class."
Prem dragged his tired body to the classroom, and as soon as he sat down, Sammy and Fluke gathered around.
"Prem, are you alright, you look terrible." Fluke reached out and touched Prem's forehead.
Prem looked at Fluke and murmured, "The same action, why does it feel completely different?"
"Huh? What did you say?" Fluke was puzzled.
"Nothing..nothing..." Prem quickly shook his head, afraid of being heard. "I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Yo, you can't sleep well too? What's on your mind?" Sammy grinned.
"Sammy, what nonsense are you talking about."
"I'm not talking nonsense. You look like someone in a crush."
"Crush?" Sammy's words were like a blow to his heart, and Prem fell into deep thought.
"Sammy, don't make fun of Prem. Prem, if you have any thoughts, don't hold them back, we can listen to you anytime."
Prem was silent for a long time, looking at Fluke leisurely. "You say, how can you be sure that you like someone?"
"What? Prem, did you fall in love with P'Boun? Or are you two together, are you really cp?" Sammy's gossip soul was instantly awakened.
"No no. It's not P'Boun. No, no, I'm not talking about me." Prem explained hastily.
Sammy and Fluke looked at each other and smiled, as if they had got some secrets.
"Okay. We know it's not you, not P'boun." Fluke comforted Prem. "Actually, it's normal for boys to like boys."
"Really?" Prem is really a simple fool,he revealed himself in a simple sentence. Of course, he thought he was hiding well. "How do you know if you like someone? It's not me."
"Well, I think you often unconsciously think of him, worry about him, and want to see him. You are very happy with him, and you want to be with him all the time." Fluke thought for a moment and shared his views.
"Mm-hmm, that's right. Prem, do you have this symptom?" Sammy asked.
"Hmm...let me think about it..." Prem recalled that he was really happy with Boun these days. He didn't see Boun all day yesterday, and he was really worried about Boun. It seems that it is tastes better to eat with Boun.
Prem tilted his head as he recalled, not noticing that both Fluke and Sammy were snickering.
Prem suddenly realized something: "No, I said it wasn't me. I don't want talk to you two anymore."
To Be Continued....
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