Bad Boyfriend

FIRE 🔥

"Phi...can you help me out of this shirt?" Almost instantly, Rain realizes how that sounds and he wonders if this can get any worse. He doesn't want Phayu to think he's childish and has no self-control.

"B-because I can't unzip it by myself...is all." He adds, unknowingly pouring water over the tiny flame beginning to light up inside Phayu.

"Right." The taller male says, doing his best to hide his disappointment.

Once Rain feels he's made that clear, he steps aside and opens the door slightly wider. Phayu takes a deep breath before he enters.

Fuck!

Rain has taken off the jacket and now, Phayu is staring at his (almost) bare back through the sheer fabric and when his eyes flick towards the mirror, he almost makes eye-contact with Rain's nipples.

Phayu can feel a vein in his temple throbbing—and maybe something else is also throbbing. But he keeps his mind off it so as not to further trigger a reaction.

Meanwhile, Rain feels all exposed even though he's practically still fully dressed, sans the boots and jacket. But this translucent top is hardly covering his upper body and that's not helping his little situation.

To make it even worse, Phayu's hands are cold. When he brings them up to the back of Rain's neck to grab the zipper, his icy touch comes into contact with Rain's skin and the boy almost trembles.

That's weird. It's quite warm in here given Rain tempered the shower earlier by letting it run a little and there's still leftover steam. But Phayu's hands feel like he's been locked in a freezer. Rain, on the other hand, is close to breaking a sweat from how flushed he is.

Phayu steadies himself and shortly after, the deafeningly quiet room is filled with the sound of the zipper slowly coming undone.

Calm down, Rain.

Calm down, Phayu.

They both think to themselves—to no avail. It's torture being this close, this intimate and yet not knowing if this is as far as either of them can go. Maybe if they knew for sure that they can't, it wouldn't be so hard—pun intended.

And if Rain is being honest, he's thought about it. After sharing all of those hot and heavy kisses with Phayu, how could he not? But with the way things went down when they almost did it, Rain knows he has to be the first to open that conversation.

He chews on his lower lip, his gaze lost in his own thoughts, so much so that he doesn't notice Phayu is done unzipping his back and is now staring at his reflection in the mirror. The latter then asks, "Rain, are you okay?"

Maybe Rain is wrong but he thought Phayu sounds raspy and out of breath, like he had to do something so difficult. But the boy refocuses and finally musters the courage to ask, "P'Phayu...are you still upset that I stopped you before?"

At first, Phayu doesn't understand. "What?"

Rain embraces himself for comfort but also to keep his shirt from slipping off his body now that it's unzipped. "You know...when you were at my house—in my room."

It clicks into place and Phayu finally realizes what Rain is talking about. But he still doesn't understand the question. "Rain, I already told you it's okay. Why would you think I'm upset?"

Rain twists his mouth briefly as if hesitating a little but eventually says, "It's just that...after then, you never tried again, phi." He chuckles but it's kind of sad.

Phayu is taken aback by what the boy said. He's suddenly frozen but at the same time, his blood is rushing through his veins.

Rain doesn't know what to make of the silence so he starts panically rambling, "I thought maybe I turned you off which I completely understand. I mean, I led you on then ended up crying like a big baby. Who wouldn't be-"