Lost without you - A BounPrem Fanfiction 🔞 (english)

Chapter 15 - Catch me if you can

The next morning, the alarm clock rang for Boun and Prem at 5 o'clock.

Sleepily, a ponderous hand lifted itself out of the blanket, which was completely covered over two intertwined bodies. Prem missed twice before he hit his alarm clock and simply cleared it noisily from the bedside table with his hand.

"Shia!" Shouted the comforter cover, as the cheeky alarm clock did not fail to do its job even on the floor and continued to agonize through an extremely pentant beep.

"Hia...do something...it's on the floor....and it's soooo annoying." Prem mumbled, still half asleep.

Boun was a little more awake, pushed the blanket away from over his head and laughed.
"Pao, I'm afraid that's your job, stretch, pick that thing up and turn it off."

"I don't want to....then I have to get out of bed....and I don't want to get out of bed!!!" Prem continued to mumble.

Boun looked diagonally behind him at the wall next to his side of the bed. There was the switch for the bedroom light and a black plug in the socket underneath, the cable of which led behind the bed to Prem's side. He put one and one together and quickly pulled the plug.

The clock radio went silent almost immediately.

"Great Hia! Thanks!" Prem was pleased, as euphoric as he could be when half asleep with his face half in a pillow and half on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"But you know we still have to get up, right?" Boun asked with a grin.

"We're calling in sick." Mumbled Prem against Boun's shoulder, kissing it twice.

"Not a good idea. Don't you think New would understand immediatelly? .... Come on my little Pao....or do I have to force you?" At the last question, Boun's expression became much more diabolical.

"You wouldn't dare." Prem replied cheekily, having underestimated the power he was up against here.

You might have thought that tickling Prem or tearing the covers off him and poking him all over with his finger in defiance would be an option, but Boun didn't bother with such childish things.

He jumped out of bed, tore the comforter off the horrified Prem and pulled him to the edge of the bed. As soon as he was lying in his new position, completely perplexed, Boun pulled him up by the arms, threw him over his shoulder, slapped him cheekily on the butt and carried the loudly protesting package into the bathroom.

"Hiiiiaaaa.....that's sooo mean....put me down." Prem roared, slapping the flat of his hands against Boun's back, trying to pout, but laughing hard.

Just 10 seconds later, Prem was back on his feet in his shower.

He punched Boun hard, but not painfully, in the shoulder.
"I didn't know how mean you could be.....you'll get that back."

Boun suddenly pushed himself against him with an incredibly hot look and pressed him against the tiled back wall of the shower.

They were both wearing only their boxer shorts and so the cold wall elicited a loud, powerful moan from Prem and gave him brief, shivery goose bumps.

"I can be a lot nastier than that." He now spoke against Prem's neck and began to nibble on it, while he pushed his thigh between Prem's legs and pressed it hard upwards into his crotch, making his morning glory, which had only been slightly protruding so far, even more magnificent.