What if - MATURE rating

My Engineer - Frong and Thara Part 2

Frong POV

P'Thara said nothing as we headed to his place. His hand never let my wrist go, not until he slammed the door shut to his condo. Then P'Thara paced back and forth in front of me.

"Why did you do that?" I demanded after the silence continued on too long.

"Well, I ... I ..." he stammered.

I yelled in frustration and he turned to me surprised.

"What the hell P'Thara! Why did you drag me out of there? I was drinking with my friend."

"Your friend? Are you sure he was just your friend? The way he was clinging off of you and plying you with alcohol tells me he wanted to get you drunk to take advantage."

"So what!" I demanded. "Maybe I wanted that to happen, maybe I wanted to get drunk and have a one-night stand with someone."

I had no idea what I was saying. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think about having a one-night stand. Especially not with Ton, an old friend of mine, who is straight and has a long-term girlfriend.

P'Thara flinched at my raised voice. I felt like a jerk but I couldn't stop. I had to get over this somehow, so if being a jerk helps with that then so be it.

"You had no right to pull me away from my friend, no right to look angry as if you caught me cheating or to be even jealous! Just because I like you doesn't mean that you can behave like this and give me hope."

"I didn't mean to," he whispered.

Angrily, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me. The few glasses Ton had bought me were starting to make me reckless. If I wasn't careful I might do something I regret, or not!

"You never mean to, everything you do you never mean to! I'm tired of getting my hopes up only to have you blow them up with your words."

His dark eyes were staring at me intently as I drew his face closer. I could smell his cologne and a deeper scent, one that was earthy and medicinal at the same time. It was purely him.

"Frong?" he breathed.

It might have been my imagination but I could have sworn his eyes flicked to my lips. That was all the incentive I needed. My face closed that tiny gap and I kissed him.

His lips froze but I continued to press against him. My tongue snaked over his lips and he gasped, giving me the chance I wanted. My tongue darted inside and I moaned as his taste flooded my mouth.

Eventually, he pushed me back and I groaned at the loss of contact. His eyes were darker and his lips looked wet and swollen. His chest rose and fell rapidly. I desperately wanted to run my hands all over him.

P'Thara's stare went on too long and I started to sober up a little. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks. I turned to leave but he still held me.

"Let go!" I grumbled avoiding his eyes.

"Don't regret this," he ordered.

I stared at him with wide eyes before he pulled me to him. His lips wrapped over mine and he groaned. As he devoured me, I felt us moving. P'Thara broke the kiss to turn me around and push me flush against the wall.

His full body burned into me from behind. The coolness of the wall didn't do much to quell the flames. I heard a door open and then we were moving again.

His bedroom was simple, a large king-size bed, a study desk, lined with books and a wardrobe. There weren't any personal items except for some pictures along the window ledge.