𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

13

"I. Like." Ayan pauses bringing his face closer to his ears whispering. "You."

The room fell silent and the only thing heard aloud is the wind gushing outside by the windows rattling them side to side. The two boys left staring at each other. One completely flustered and confused at the same time. The other one was satisfied and fulfilled with determination to let Akk know of his feelings. The relationship doesn't need to happen now. Or the relationship doesn't even have to be public considering the situation with the rule of
'do not date my brother Ayan.'

Yet here he is confessing his love to the boy he likes. Ayan has no idea what Akk is feelings and what those feelings are consisting for him. One thing is for sure you won't know until you try.

Akk wasn't even sure himself what those feelings he has for Ayan are. Does he like him? Is he gay? Hell he never liked someone before so how would he know what it is to like Ayan? Those thoughts are tuning in like a wifi pocket to him, he literally cannot comprehend this situation without stuttering and he doesn't want to seem like a complete fool who was never asked out (which he never was until now) but Ayan doesn't need to know that!

Then it hit him. Yok won't approve even if he does end up liking Ayan and then this will most likely break down the friendship with the boys. His brother wouldn't like them being together and that mess could easily be avoided if he rejects Ayan.
But why can't he bring himself to reject Ayan? What was stopping him inside his body? Was it his heart? Did he really like him, to the point he unconsciously couldn't bring those words 'I don't like you' out to Ayan, because he deep inside him knew he did have some feelings for the boy?

Akk looks at him with serious eyes as he pushes Ayan back to his personal space bubble.
"We can't date. My brother won't allow it. Let's stay friends." He finally said towards the boy who looks as if he were going to persuade him. He wasn't going to give you easily.

He bellows lowly. "He doesn't need to know. We can date in secret."

"We can't." Akk speaks throughly with his teeth out. "Ayan i don't feel the same way."

The shorter male tilts his head to the side watching the emotions on the taller latter. He was trying to read him. To understand him and his reasoning, the only thing he can get from Akk is that what he said to him in the moment weren't the truth. He's hiding and running away as fast as he can to avoid this situation. He was not going to let him do that. Ayan leans forward pushing his hand on to the boy's chest where the increasingly high heart rate perks on the hand with each beat like it were music you'd hear at the disco. His breathing halts. The throat swells with sudden hitch, because the hand touching his own chest was so close he could feel the coldness from the palm reaching him. Ayan loves that his body was warm, warm and cosy, it would make anyone want to curl right in and embrace him tight.

Ayan softly spoke, his eyebrows resting meekly on the forehead. "Akk tell me how you really feel. You can't make me believe you don't feel the same way when you look at me like that on day we sailed the boat."  The prefect looks down at Ayan's hands, reaching for it with his own. Reminiscent about the scene where their lips only small peck happened, it was within a moment thing, the scenery was far too perfect and out of the world. Sailing on the water just the two of them. It felt right. It felt correct to do.

Akk scorns out deeply. "I don't know how to feel."
He gives him an empathic look. The identity crisis he must be going through, it's not great, especially for young teenagers such as Akk himself. Sexual orientation can change a lot and through out your growing up you tend to learn a lot more about yourself with maturity.
Ayan completely understands that. He relates to it.

"Okay. There is not rush. I can wait for you." Ayan states. "I will wait for you, Akk." He repeats to the flustered boy staring into his eyes. It's how much he likes him, he won't give up until Akk is ready. He will make him fall in love with him. Show him what a relationship really is like, a healthy one at that.

Akk didn't want to feel like Ayan was waiting, at this point he had no idea what to say anymore. He rubs his lips together where all of the sudden, they fell down to watch Ayan's. The shorter took the signally but stays still, not moving forward. The tension rose again and unknown to what possessed Akk to lean forward with his eyes closed, afraid to make the action happen first, his hand on the side latches to Ayan's clothed tugging on it for him to come closer. There is no way he's making the first kiss happen. He needs an indicator if he truly likes him, surely a kiss would make the right choice for him?

Ayan smirks lightly at the boy who has his eyes closed like an innocent child. It was obvious he must of never had his first kiss yet, though, it made Akk look more endearingly cute than anything else in this world. He was so head over heels that if Akk worse a plastic trash bag, he'd probably fall even harder for him. He was that deep into his feelings for Akk. Leaning closer now he closes the gap, his lips touching on the others with parting mouth. It were a sensual long kiss until it became a sloppy mess soon.

Ayan's lips crashing on Akk overwhelmingly exceeded the expectations of what a kiss could've felt. Akk was left speechless to the point he froze unable to even wrap his arms round the shorter, it was gentle at first as if it were Ayan's way to not fight it. A hand pulls Akk even closer deepening their shared mutual kiss they had both agreed on mentally. The hand action casters shivers down his spine, through the thickly clothes he wore. Lost in the pleasure of Ayan's lips he was amazed how soft they were. Whilst Ayan was even more in love with the fact that Akk following his timing and synchronised head tilts as they made out.

Their bodies crash on top of each other against the bar he were lifted to sit on it. Akk never knew he could be lifted with ease by Ayan, he always thought he were weaker physically considering he has never done a sport consistently like he was with judo. But he stands wrong. He felt like he were made of air, he was treated so delicately and softly but at the same time there was a hidden sensual aggression that made him expect more. Akk was lead on, and he doesn't regret initiating it. A soft moan comes out into the air when Ayan pulls on the bottom lip by the edge of the teeth, lowly smiling at the noise his ears captured. Akk was so drunk on the pleasure, Ayan couldn't help but open his eyes to take a glance at how Akk looked.

He had a spreading flush on his cheeks. They were bright red and visible to everyone's eyes. His eyes were closed right and the lips were swollen from how deep it were; reddish and wet. Pulling apart, Ayan was the first one to do so, which surprised Akk considering he was so into it too. The taller wasn't aware his hands were holding Ayan's arms tightly pulling on the shirt he wore. Their breathes recollect and Akk panics, pushing his hands on Ayan's chest as he slides off the counter completely embarrassed.

'I can't believe I made a noise. How will i live this down ever?' Akk looks down. If he could scream at himself he would. He rejected him as well and now he's completely unsure if he really likes the kiss or if he really likes him. This cycle was never ending.

He avoids looking at Ayan. He could look at anything else in the room BUT the boy. While Ayan could look only look at Akk and nothing else in the room. They were so different, yet so similar. Ayan can feel butterflies in his stomach erupting more and more by the silence and Akk felt his heart beating even faster he swore he felt like he ran a marathon.

"G-Goodnight." Akk points out rubbing his neck as he left. "I'm going to bed." He announces quickly with a hint of nervousness behind it.
"Night." Ayan softly hums. "Sweet dreams Akk."
The boy looks at Ayan with a nod, he walks away to the side where the corridor with rooms were hosting. All Ayan could do was rub his face in both palms and smile deeply and widely at them like the happiest idiot int he world.

'He's so damn cute. Fuck. I'm not your strongest soldier Akk...'
Ayan was a fool. He fell first and possibly even harder than before.