Still Into You

Still confused

third person pov

As kongpob left him alone, all Arthit could think was the feel of the laters' lips onto his wet ones.

'What just happened?' he can't believe he got shouted at. From his junior none the less.

Rage was first to rush in, but along with it came the confusion. Confusion of why he stayed docile and just accepted and responded in kind.
'Did he like it? In a retrospect if he focus on the kiss alone and not the person, yes, he liked it. In all of his precious chances at skinships, it was always him leading, teasing, in control with his past lovers. But this was different, so very different from before. He kind of liked this- the secure grip on his waist, the hot breath on his cheeks, the heat that radiated comfortably onto him....that.. That feel of being led... God it was everything new and fresh and exciting.

Yes he really liked the feel, but the person who offered it? Its confusing. He thought he doesn't like guys, doesn't like kongpob....wasn't he straight? Then why would he like this moment? Is it time to explore this side of the spectrum? Is kongpob the right person to experiment with?
Is it even right to use him like that? will he- 'what the fuck am i even thinking' he scolded himself.

He took a deep calming breath. He felt something wrong with the way his brain supplies the emotions and thoughts at the moment.

Kongpob molested him, there is no other explanation rather than this simple fact even though he seems to like it. It was just not right. Real men fight when they are mad, not kiss each other. thats perversity!

'Goshh I'm gonna kill him for all this trouble I'm going through. But why does he look so attractive this time around?'
His mind reeled with all the things that's been happening, for now he simply wanted to clear his mind.
And hence he took big steps inside the main hall, 'sleep it off' that's what he is gonna do.
Once inside, Arthit walks past the in-house mini bar which led to the stairs. There he saw someone's hunched figure sitting there, probably drinking. On close inspection, he found it was Wad. He contemplated if he should interrupt but his feet already took him to Wad without much thinking.

"Too much to drink, eh?"

Wad looked up squinting his eyes, and grinned mindlessly. Now that was a first- Wad never grinned! Atleast not in front of him...guess he is wasted already.

"Fought with Prem again?" He enquired softly.

Wad simply looked at him silently which made Arthit uncomfortable. Arthit might have hazed him during college days, but it's been years already and they are practically strangers if not for Prem bringing Wad to their get togethers occasionally.
As the silence stretched, "umh.. Sry nong, I dint mean to pry, it was just automatic"

Arthit simply took his own glass of whiskey, and sat beside him. May be a quiet companionship is what Wad needs, is what he himself needs too.

"It is Prem..." Wad started after what felt like ages. It was a quiet whisper from his side but Arthit caught them.
"...he thinks too much, too much that sometimes I wanna knock some sense into his head with a hammer"

"U might want to underdo it, an hammer might really hurt"

Wad smiled and took a sip, falling quiet again.
"He does all the things that I never ask him"
That's actually sweet, Arthit thought. But wad had more to say. Wad never talked. It's the alcohol doing it for him.
"my parents ignored me right after I identified as gay. Whatever I did after wasn't enuf for them. So I simply stopped trying after sometime.
But this blockhead wants their approval for marrying me... As if I asked him to do so"

Arthit contemplated the situation. Prem is reckless sometimes, but not when it comes to Wad. He doesn't know if has the right words to say.

Before he can reply anything, Prem walked in with a sigh.
He quietly gathered his lover, briefly met Arthit's eyes...sighed again left without a word.

Arthit found himself alone again. He trusts Prem enough to sort this out on his own. Its just him that doesn't how to sort his own problem, 'another drink will do'.

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On the other side of the house, Bright was disturbed from his sleep having heard some knocks on their door. Without disturbing Rome, he trudged towards door. He was met with a blanched face of his Nong.

"Phi I messed up"

That woke him up more.

" What the hell did you do Kong?"

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A/N: Hi, my lovely perayas!!

What a man Kong is, he be going around giving warnings and deadline for love (is he even being real?) and then regreting it some moments later...lets see wat happens!

I really hate it when authors get lost without completing a story, hell, i wont even start a story if its not completed, lol.

Trust me, i had my reasons, but this time around, I am not stopping before completing the story. just you wait for some cascaded updates!!😘

Hold on tight for the ride!!

Peraya as One🐢🦁