Reunite

Arguments

(3rd person)

Slowly, Pran looked up at him as Pat's gaze went lustful.
How could Pran be so blind? Clearly Pat was trying to do something with him and was he going to allow it?

Maybe he would, but first he needs to see if he actually wants to do it. He thought of it.
It might've been high school but he made him hurt so badly. He was mocked by practically all the kids in school who went after trends only. (Supporting Pran and Pat's relationship because it was steamy and because it was "boys love")
Pran had to change schools because of the horrible bullying he was put through in high school. But whenever he looked at Pat passing through the hallways he was always with another person and his stare was so cold whenever he passed by Pran he thought a knife could pierce through his chest the way he was looking at him, it wasn't lust or love, it looked like pure hatred, and suddenly after years of ignoring him he suddenly shows up and acts all friendly like nothing happened between them, like yeah it might've happened like a decade ago but that doesn't mean you can't address it!

Pran pushed Pat away from him.
"Go away, you're drunk pat."
"No I'm not!" He exhales on Pran's face
"Ew your breathe stinks Pat get away."
To be honest he didn't reek of alcohol he smelled perfectly fine, as if he hadn't even had a sip. "Are you sure you haven't had anything? Alcohol? Drugs?"
Pat chuckled, "Of course not! Who do you think I am Pran?"

"A lying cheating bastard that thinks he's better than everyone else just because he was popular in high school." Pran complained.
Pat sighed.
"Pran is it about me dumping you and you got bullied really badly that you had to move schools?"

"Of course the fuck it is what else would I be mad about? Your breathe stinking?" Pat licked his hand then smelled it, gagging, slowly pulling gum out of his pocket and putting it in his mouth chewing it aggressively as he turned away from Pran's eye contact.
"And also that just shows that you have noticed everything you just never chose to stand up for me because you were afraid everyone would go after you."

Pat pulled Pran closer to him and looked into his eyes, taking him out the stall and locking the door to the toilets. He pinned him up against the sink , his breathe exhaling on Pran's face again.
"Does my breathe still smell?"
What type of gum did Pat use that it was that strong to get rid of the smell? Imma need me some of that gum.
Pran pulled away from his grip and headed for the door to unlock.

"Does it really smell that bad you have to leave?" Pat pouted, smelling his breathe again.
"Actually it's much better now but I want to go now." He reached for the door knob.
"Pran...don't go." He felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back.
"Please..."
Pran gave in, his posture was screaming annoyance, but he stood up straight.

"What the fuck do you want? You ruined my life." Pran sniffled, hiding his tears by brushing them away with his sleeve.
"Don't cry Pran, the truth is, I regret everything I've done in the past and I'm a new person, this is all in the past."
Pat brushed away the tears on Pran's face.
Come over here, I'll explain everything.

10 minutes later...
"Do you understand now Pran, why I had to do it?" He hugged him.
"Yes, I do." He sniffled then burst out crying into Pat's shoulder, which he patted his back in an attempt to comfort him, but instead Pran made him wrap his hands around him.

Pran looked down to see if Pat's boner was still there, it wasn't. But Pran's boner came out, and rubbed against Pat as they were hugging. "Hey Pran, your phones poking me, can you move it please?"

"That's not my phone.." Pran blushed as Pat immediately looked down to see what was poking him and pulled away, turning around with his ears red.
"Sorry Pran..."He blushed as he put his hands in front of his erection. They both had boners now.

"Fuck Pat, you're making me nervous you need to stop." He says, as he pins Pat to the wall near the sinks.

He looks up at him, not knowing what to do as he breathes heavily.