Lost without you - A BounPrem Fanfiction 🔞 (english)

Chapter 33 - Honeymoon, COJ and naughty vegetables 🔞

"Pao.... hey, where are you? That's so mean.....come back to bed right now and take responsibility for this!"

Boun stood in the living room doorway. He was stark naked and pointed his outstretched index finger downwards at his fucking hugely bulging morning wood.

"We should be rolling back and forth in bed moaning by now....so immediately bring your sweet ass over here to me."

Prem stood next to the couch, just as naked as Boun. He also had an unmistakable sign of morning joy in front of him, but it seemed to be losing a little of its tension.

Boun had actually just wanted to make a discreet, dirty joke to get his boyfriend back to bed, but he hadn't noticed that Prem was on the phone.

"Yes, Paaty.....I don't know what Boun's talking about either...."

Prem gesticulated wildly. His cheeks were bright red. He had just noticed that his manager, whom he had just had on the phone, heard almost every word Boun said.

He now clapped his hands over his mouth, his face as red as a fire alarm sign.

Prem rolled his eyes for a moment, but then, due to the unintentional comedy of the situation, couldn't help but grin broadly.

Boun now replied with equally amused, non-verbal facial acrobatics and shook his head.

"So, Paaty.....more..... what's the problem?........Whaaaaat?....... Now? But....we have to be at the meeting in two hours..... uhm.... can't it be later.....?......ok ok.....we'll be there.....but give us at least 30 minutes ok, we have to shower first.......I'll tell him......right away."

Prem hung up, threw his cell phone on the living room table, dropped backwards onto the couch, stark naked as he was, and drummed with both fists on the tight, cool leather to his left and right.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face contorted in deepest annoyance, as if he had sucked on a lemon, and he was swearing.

Boun came over to him and looked at his favorite erotic, naked, childishly behaving, sexy creature and had to smirk a little.

"What's the matter my angel. Has Paaty been teasing you?" Standing right next to the couch, he tenderly stroked Prem's challenging, exposed chest with his finger.

"The 'responsibility' thing is not going to work Hia. We have to move fast now. We have this contract with the beach fashion label ...... Normally the fitting would be this afternoon and the shoot this evening on the beach, at sunset, directly afterwards, but something came up with the designer, they spontaneously scheduled an hour or an hour and a half for the fitting this morning, because otherwise it won't work out with the right light tonight. After that we have to go to the meeting. Paaty has filled the free time with an interview appointment...you know.... for that tabloid that's been chasing us for ages. Paaty thinks we'd better appear there before they just write crap that they suck out of their fingers as usual. Once that's done, we'll have the shoot on the beach and hopefully get home before 10pm tonight if these beach party photos are ready afterwards."

Prem was extremely annoyed because of their now incredibly busy daily schedule, where they didn't even know when they could eat or drink, just had to rush from A to B, and certainly had time for everything except looking at Treasure's hand-picked vacation suggestions that he had probably sent or would send today.