BL ONESHOTS No.5

³⁸⁰🥵Phum x Patrick

Phum and Patrick were two best friends who loved to party and have a good time. They were both in their early twenties and had been friends since high school. They were known for their wild antics and their love for alcohol.

One weekend, they decided to hit up the hottest club in town. As usual, they both got drunk and were dancing and flirting with girls. But as the night went on, they found themselves sitting at the bar, completely wasted.

"Dude, I'm too drunk to drive. Can you take me home?" Phum slurred, his words slurring together.

"Sure thing, man. I'll call us an Uber," Patrick replied, also struggling to form coherent sentences.

As they made their way outside, they stumbled and laughed, causing some concerned looks from the other club-goers. As they waited for their Uber, they couldn't stop giggling like two little kids.

"Hey, you know what would be funny? If we pretended to be a couple and made out in the car," Phum said with a mischievous grin.

Patrick burst out laughing, "Dude, that's hilarious. Let's do it!"

When their Uber arrived, they stumbled into the backseat, barely able to keep themselves upright. The driver raised an eyebrow at their state but said nothing as he started driving.

Phum and Patrick couldn't control their giggles and soon enough, they were pretending to make out, much to the amusement of the driver.

"I love you, Patrick," Phum slurred, his arms wrapped around his best friend.
"I love you too, Phum," Patrick replied, barely able to contain his laughter.

As they continued their charade, the driver couldn't help but join in on the fun. They made it a game to see who could come up with the most ridiculous things to say in their fake relationship.

"Let's get married, Phum. I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Patrick said, causing Phum to burst into peals of laughter.

"I do too, Patrick. I do too," Phum replied, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

By the time they arrived at Patrick's apartment, they were both in stitches from all the ridiculous things they had said. As they stumbled into the apartment, they collapsed on the couch, still laughing.

"Man, we should do this more often. We make a great fake couple," Phum said, still chuckling.

"Yeah, but let's not let it go any further than that," Patrick said, his tone turning serious.

Phum nodded in agreement, "Of course, man. I wouldn't want to mess up our friendship."

They both fell silent, lost in their thoughts for a moment before Patrick suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips against Phum's. Surprised, Phum pulled back, his eyes widening in shock.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Phum asked, his tone serious.

"I'm sorry, man. I don't know what came over me," Patrick said, his voice filled with regret.

Phum looked at his best friend, his mind racing. He had never thought of Patrick in that way before, but in that moment, he couldn't deny the sudden attraction he felt towards him.

"Let's just forget about it and go to bed," Phum said, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

But as they lay in bed, their bodies pressed against each other, they couldn't resist the pull any longer. They began to kiss passionately, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

As the night went on, they explored each other's bodies and discovered a new level of pleasure that they never knew existed. And in that moment, they realized that their drunken antics had led them to something much more meaningful.

From that night on, Phum and Patrick were not just best friends, but also lovers. And they couldn't have been happier.

"We should go to bed," Phum said, forcing a chuckle to lighten the mood. "We're both way too drunk to be thinking about... whatever that was."

"Yeah, good idea," Patrick replied, swallowing hard as he stood up, trying to act normal. But the atmosphere in the room had changed—there was an electricity in the air that hadn't been there before.

Both friends trudged to the bedrooms, the laughter from earlier replaced with awkward silence. Phum flopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night's events in his mind. His heart raced as he remembered the kiss. It felt different—more electrifying than anything he'd ever felt with a girl.

"Am I really attracted to Patrick? Am I feeling this because I was drunk?" Phum thought, shaking his head as if to clear it. "No, that was just a drunken mistake. Right?"

Meanwhile, Patrick sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts swirling just as fast. A mix of embarrassment and confusion flooded through him. He hadn't planned on kissing Phum, but the moment felt surprisingly right. He had never considered that they could be anything more than friends, but now doubt crept into his mind.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, Phum finally got up and tiptoed to Patrick's room. He knocked softly on the door, heart pounding.

"Hey, can I come in?"

"Sure," Patrick replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Phum opened the door and stepped inside, nervous but resolute. "Can we talk about... earlier?"

Patrick nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Yeah, we probably should."

"I just wanted to say that—"

"Before you say anything, I just want to apologize again for that kiss. It was stupid," Patrick interrupted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Maybe it wasn't stupid," Phum replied, surprising himself with his boldness. "I mean, it surprised me, but I don't know if it was a mistake."

"What do you mean?" Patrick asked, meeting his eyes for the first time.

"I mean... we've always been close, right? Maybe there's something more there. I know this is all so sudden, and we're just... drunk right now, but I can't deny that I felt something," Phum said, his heart racing.

Patrick swallowed hard, realization dawning on him. "You felt it too?"

"Yeah. I'm not saying we have to jump into something serious or anything, but... what if we just explored this? Like, just the two of us? You know, see where it goes?" Phum offered, his voice steady despite the rapid beating of his heart.

Patrick took a breath, contemplating the idea. "I mean, we're best friends. I don't want to ruin what we have. But I can't deny that I'm curious to see where this could lead..."

"Me too." Phum stepped closer, vulnerability etched on his face. "We could take it slow. No pressure, just... see how we feel."

Patrick nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Okay. Let's do that. No expectations, just us seeing where this can go."

With a budding sense of excitement, Phum reached out and took Patrick's hand. "So, what now?"

"I think we pick up where we left off," Patrick said with a smile, pulling Phum closer.

As their lips met again, neither of them could deny the thrill coursing through them. It was the beginning of something new and exciting, and they both felt ready to embrace it, together.

[No.36. Bye now.]