Bad buddy one shots

9.4

Warning: Smut

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"Pran what was that?" he heard his mother ask from the other side of the door and Pran quickly explained he had knocked the lamp over. 

His eyes were stuck on his neighbour, staring at each other, Pran unable to figure out what to do to get out of the situation without making a fool out of himself. There was an intense emotion swirling into Pat's eyes as he stared right back at Pran and no matter how much he tried, Pran couldn't put a finger on what he was thinking. 

"Clean it up, honey and be careful to not cut yourself." Dissaya told him, thankfully snapping him out of it and he looked down at the lamp as he heard his mother walking away.

Pran sighed in relief as his mother had now left him alone but he could still feel his neighbour's eyes staring right at him and he had to focus entirely on picking up the pieces of his broken lamp rather than the other boy who had caught him watching him like a perv. 

Pran carefully threw the lamp in the bin before straightening back up and turning around to see Pat inside his room, arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the wall and stared at Pran with hunger. Pran gasped in surprise as he had not heard Pat come inside. He was about to scold Pat for startling him but the other was faster.

"How much did you see?" Pat asked, his voice lower than usual which did not leave Pran unaffected.

"Huh?"

"How much did you see?" Pat repeated his question and Pran didn't know what to say. There was a different aura to Pat which he recognised to be the same as the library a few weeks ago and he gulped. Pat's eyes travelled downwards and stopped before he licked his lips. "Did I do that?" he asked, nodding towards Pran's erection and Pran's hands shot down to cover his crotch. "Do you like watching me when I do dirty things to myself, Pran?"

"No." Pran replied hurriedly this time but his voice was a clear indicator that he wasn't entirely truthful. 

He could still hear Pat's moans and grunts in his head as his mind repeatedly flashed images of Pat pleasuring himself. The way his fist held onto his own cock tightly as he flicked his wrist at the tip, his head falling back as a sigh of pleasure left his mouth. How could Pran not like the sight of it? It had been so erotic to the point Pran wished it had been his hand and not Pat's. And of course Pat picked up on his lie. 

"Good boys don't lie." he told him as he walked around the room to sit down on Pran's bed while Pran watched him do so without a word. "Don't you want to be a good boy, Pran?"

"Stop talking like that.."

"Why?" Pat asked as he leaned his back against the headboard and only then did Pran notice that the other still had his trousers unbuttoned, allowing Pran to take a look at the grey Calvin Klein underwear failing to hide the boy's boner. "Do you like it when I talk to you this way? Do you get turned on? Are you twitching for me, Pran?" he asked and as if on cue, Pran twitched in his underwear at the other's words. "Come here." Pat said as he took notice of the blush on his cheeks. He knew he was getting Pran more and more turned on and that fact only was getting him hard enough to start hurting. 

"No.." Pran tried to say, his voice breaking at the end, having difficulties swallowing his saliva, feeling his mouth watering by the sight of Pat in his bed.

"Sit." 

Same word. Same tone. Same shivers running down Pran's body. Pran sat down at the foot of the bed, keeping his eyes away from Pat. There was no time for Pran to be stubborn. They were both painfully hard, getting even more turned on by the second and Pat knew it.