More Than Words II: Say It If You Do

Chapter 25

a/n: nandemonaiya in this chapter happened because of quinnH1001 :p and a friend who isn't here

Arthit hissed as he slipped his boxers on as it grazed against the swelling and scrape near his knees. There were purple patches all over his shin where Bright's foot had come flying to hit him and crashing into him as Arthit had suddenly tripped over the ball, shocked. Bright knocked his head and they fell tumbling. Arthit had slightly twisted his ankle but nothing major to worry about. He was resting the weekend and would be back in action starting Monday. The thing had been that Arthit had been running, shouting at Porsche and Toot to pass the ball. They had been playing passionately, shouting at the top of their lungs, careful to avoid Bright's fowl-intending hands and deliberate kicks to their legs instead of the ball. They had split into two teams, playing against each other. Then, the second year from Faculty of Arts kicked the ball towards him and Porsche said something on the likes 'do you like it like that, P'Arthit?' jokingly. Maybe it had been that and he had been distracted or, it was the sudden images of Kongphob doing things to him filled his mind, triggered from the fellow fourth year's words and he had misjudged where the ball had been.

That was why Arthit even twenty-fours later was still sporting bruises on his shin, his jaws which smarted from the collide it had with Bright's big head. The only thing that was proof of anything from the other night were the fading marks near his collarbones which he had failed to notice when he had been hurrying to get to the field. Now he was sitting in his flatlet on his bed trying to recall. Was it real? That Kongphob had helped him up the stairs and then Arthit had pushed him onto the bed saying he needed to return the favour to the younger boy. The twenty-two-year-old boy had never touched anyone's dick before let alone give them a blowjob. Of course, in the last few weeks, they had helped each other jerk off. Kongphob had been his one and only experience. It wasn't like he had even been with a girl before. He was inexperienced as fuck as Bright had said and his painful struggles had forced Kongphob to pull him up. To Arthit's surprise, he had been drawn to the other's lap. Kongphob had just leisurely kissed but slowly his hands had started moving. He had asked Arthit for permission, to let him pleasure his boyfriend. He had slowly removed the raven-haired boy's jeans. The majority of his inhibition brought down by the liquor, some parts curious and the rest parts of him wanting Kongphob, he had quietly let the other boy do whatever he had wanted as Arthit just nuzzled against his shoulder, occasionally kissing the skin he could find and mumble against it.

Arthit hadn't realised till the intrusion and the foreign sensation. Kongphob had been prodding him and he had gasped at the surprising pain and action. His fingers had curled at the other's shoulders trying to hold back the wince even though it was considerably less from the inebriation. Kongphob had whispered sweet nothings into his ear, trying to soothe him till Arthit finally got used to the digits in him, pressing down.

The night had been a blur anyway. He could recall that they had been moaning into each other's ears as Kongphob tried to not get it better of him and peppered Arthit with kisses. The latter tired from the second year's slowness had taken charge of matters. He had grabbed Kongphob's wrist and jerked it forward, signalling him to follow suit. Getting the idea, Kongphob started moving his fingers. They were very uncoordinated, Arthit huffing from irritation and panting as he repeatedly tried to get a little away from the two fingers and then force back onto them. It drew out loud moans from both of them - neither of expecting the other's reaction and the way it felt.