Lost without you - A BounPrem Fanfiction 🔞 (english)

Chapter 4 - A coaching full of insights

Prem stood in front of his apartment at 8.10 a.m. with small eyes, dazzled by the morning sunlight. On his back was a black backpack with swimming gear and this time he was simply wearing jeans and a white shirt with a FILA print. 

This night had also ended for him at 5am. It couldn't go on like this forever. This was just the workshop, if his excitement about Boun didn't subside soon, he would certainly have dark circles under his eyes deeper than the Grand Canyon by the time the shoot started. 
He knew that something had to happen now and he hoped for Coach Dao's "magic powers". 

At 8:15 sharp, he heard the familiar roar of the hot motorcycle and saw Boun pull up. He flipped up his visor and greeted him in a friendly manner. 

"Good morning sunshine, eh? Did you sleep well?" Boun asked, playing the well-rested biker cavalier, but he was actually at least as exhausted as Prem, thanks to a similarly long night's sleep of maybe four hours, and not even in one go. 

"All right." Said his passenger, unable to stifle a yawn. 

"Didn't get enough sleep? Why, who were you thinking about all night? Me?" Boun asked cheekily and wished at that very moment that a hole in the ground would open up, swallow him up and let his stupid question fade away into nothing.

BOUN!!!! Are you completely stupid now? Why do you ask that? Why don't you have better control of yourself....Fuck....why do I always get so cocky and straightforward when I'm nervous in front of him? And why do I always have to tease him like that?

Prem swallowed, staring at Boun in irritation, his ears hot and his mouth open. His head was slowly but surely turning a tomato color.

But then he collected himself, shook his head a little and brushed a cheeky strand of hair out of his eyes with as much disinterest in his gaze as possible.

"Nah, it was just an upset stomach. I must have had too much cold pizza yesterday." He lied unabashedly. 

He was already holding out his hand to the exhausted Boun. 
"Helmet please, we have to go." He demanded curtly and immediately jumped behind Boun when he handed him the thing.

It was just as well that he couldn't see Boun's big grin under his helmet.

The ride to the studio was over quickly, but it was also a wonderfully close physical contact of exactly 18.36 minutes. The two of them counted every second meticulously, because the feeling was the same wonderful experience as the day before.

Prem pressed himself tightly against Boun and felt a wonderful, pleasantly warm calm deep inside him. He could have ridden like this forever. Boun didn't want to get rid of this pleasant feeling of Prem's body snuggled up to him so quickly and actually considered taking a detour for a moment, and if he could have given him just one more minute of physical contact, it would have been better than nothing. In the end, however, he didn't dare and wouldn't have known how to justify it to Prem. 

When they arrived, they were, as expected, a little early, but at least no one could see that they had ridden together. They didn't need any awkward questions or a squealing Sammy now.

In the changing room they met Perth, who was also changing for the group coaching session and thankfully distracted them from everything so that they didn't have time to get embarrassed about changing.

When the three of them entered the large dance hall from yesterday in fresh sportswear, Khun was already waiting for them. He was heavily engrossed in the script and seemed to be picking out a rehearsal scene.