Within My Stratosphere • SOTUS

Chapter 17. Lily of the Valley

[Arthit]

There was nothing theoretical about his position. He, Arthit Rojnapat, was literally pinned beneath Kongpob. Not only that... the searing erection pressing against him through the fabric of their clothing spoke volumes.

The air inside the fort was stuffy, filled with the sounds of their labored breathing; heaving for oxygen. While continuing to keep Kongpob at arm's length, Arthit blinked his clouded eyes into focus, working to grasp this situation.

This time there was no arguing the point. He was the one who had kissed Kongpob first. Arthit desperately wished the floor would open up and swallow him, saving him from this embarrassment. How else was he going to get out of this awkward arrangement?

There were a million and one thoughts, ricocheting inside of his head. Every clash of impact shattered against his skull, dispersing what was left to his sensible mind. The myriad of broken fragments proliferated down his spine, imbedding into his nerves. It was paralyzing.

It felt as if he had been thrown up high into the air, only to fall victim to the tricks of gravity, plummeting ceaselessly; not knowing when he was going to hit the ground. He felt dizzy. In desperate need of some form of anchor, he blindly grabbled for something— anything to catch his fall. And when he did, he looked up, beholding Kongpob's handsome face enamoring with deep affection.

The world stopped collapsing around him as he came to a standstill; he was finally grounded. He stared up at Kongpob with widened eyes, filled with surprise and recognition. "Kongpob," he finally breathed out in a whisper. His knuckles were white as his fists securely gripped the front of Kongpob's shirt, his sense of touch rehabilitated.

"I...t-this...we..." It appeared his ability to articulate complete sentences had not yet fully returned. The problem was that his words were lost within the overpowering sensation of Kongpob's thick erection. With no intention of backing away, it remained tenaciously rigid up against him. As he searched for the words to speak, a faint blush started creeping up his neck, staining his face in a vibrant hue.

Kongpob looked down at him with a dreamy smile. His eyes were still lit with the aftereffects of their heated make out session, but it appeared he had relinquished for today. Leaning down to the side of Arthit's face, he kissed his ear tenderly before softly whispering. "Let's get you home."

Reluctantly pulling away, he separated their entangled bodies. Helping Arthit up into a sitting position, he effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Arthit tried to look anywhere but at Kongpob. He could feel how red his face was becoming.

"It looks like the rain has slowed down." Kongpob stated looking out towards the window. "Let me go grab my keys, I'll take you home." He remarked, turning to exit the dining room.

"T-that's okay." Arthit spoke, pausing to clear his throat. His voiced sounded parched. "I can get myself home just fine."

There was no way he was going to get in a car alone with Kongpob. Not tonight.

Kongpob studied his face before speaking. "At least let my driver take you back," he contended in a soft, insistent tone. He could probably tell that Arthit needed some alone time.

Arthit continued to look down before nodding in agreement. He lacked the appropriate ability to speak, much less persistently argue.