Define Love||KhaoFirst

7- His right

Khaos palms draws lines on Firsts thighs slowly but steadily. He moves it inside his shorts and First wince at the coldness.

"Dude please, somebody might see..." Khao looks at First innocently tilting his head.

"Hmm, what do we do now? I got an idea why don't we hangout in my private apartment since we don't have school today?" His face is innocent but his eyes screams otherwise. He got something inside his head that's so fucked up First doesn't want to witness it.

"No." First breathes out looking at Khao who is now opening his phone up, much delightfully showing off his collection of First naked from that day. First gets up just standing still or better say frozen. Khao stands up bumping his shoulders against his and walks away after whispering, 'I'll be waiting outside' in his ear.

Khao and First are of the same age and same size and strength. Why the fuck does he feel his bones loosing all it's strength as soon as the other is around? Is this the power of money and position? Or just fear of him as a person?

First slowly turns his heels, dragging himself across the room. Oh how unfair life have grown upon him. If only his mother was alive. She would've been there for him, would never have let this happen to him.

He shudders sitting next to Khao and closes his eyes as the car starts. He avoids the hand resting in his thigh and tries to fall asleep. After all, this could be just a bad dream. A nightmare.

But to no avail, this is his reality.

Khao pov.

I'm sure his head must be going at the speed of light now. Lord, these overthinkers are such a pain in the ass. But who doesn't love pain in the ass, I don't. I'm just funny. So I go ahead pulling him in for a kiss, I can sense the reluctance. He's pulling away, naturally I hold him closer, grabbing his hair. Tasting him, moving to his chin, neckline, collarbone. Him holding onto my hands. Would you understand how addicting this is? Probably not, wouldn't want you to know either. My actions are stopped abruptly as he wince. Oh, how do I manage to lose control with you First. I kiss his nosebridge.

"I'm not your toy to play with Khao, leave me alone man... I know you got plenty and more than enough for that. Why me man. This shits breaking my heart... can't we go back to what we were?? Please!! Oh goodness, PLEASE-E."

Khao doesn't respond. As if all that he said went right through him.
All the things his father said still running through his head. He bites his lip moving back to his postion. All the depressing, self depricating thoughts coming back to life. He wants to cry. Turning his head outside the window watching city fade into greenery. He can't help the tear that slides down his cheek and slowly he slips away. Crying his heart out hiccuping. Khao stops the car, trying to hug him as he is being pushed away by First who's trying to open the door but to no avail. He starts screaming in agony. Finally the fight leaving his body as he puts his head onto khaos shoulder. While Khao tries to calm him down. With no words, hoping silence would be the best to award First with. And within a small amount of him, he feels the weight of the exhausted body on him. He places him back on his seat, putting the seat belt on. Admiring his face, kissing his forehead.

"I know I'm wrong here First but everything's right in my eyes and in this life- he moves First hair that's falling on his face -that's all that matters."

Hopefully First will hold onto himself longer, afterall, this is just the beginning of their journey.

Until next time. Cheers to all the comments,  supports and report. Love you all. I'll try to update this more often.