IT'S OK IF IT'S YOU

IF YOU LIKE BOYS

A/N: Ok..sweeties, I know I said I'd post the next update next week but... I love you cuties so much so here are two more chapters for ya, enjoy!:-)

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The journey home was quiet. Kong was driving but all the way back to the dorm he had been glancing again and again toward the man seating beside him. Thankfully Knock had decided to sit at the back with Korn and putting Arthit at the front seat with Kong again. His mind was of Arthit's conversation with Knock at the diners. He could feel his insides twisted at the familiar way Arthit flirt with Knock and he gritted his teeth.

As soon as the car was parked Knock took Arthit's hand in his to his dorm room. Kong and Korn followed slowly from behind their faces tensed and eyes looking at the two men hand in hand in front of them.

They decided on having a drink before turning in since it was the weekend and no classes tomorrow. Arthit was all for it. They sat down after taking a turn at the shower with a beer in their hands. Arthit was wearing Knock's t-shirt and sweat pants much to Kong discomfort but he kept his face neutral. Korn somehow had joined them much to Knock's surprise but he shrugged and let him in.

"You've been sharing this room with P'Kong for the past three years?" Arthit looked at Knock then to Kong, eyebrows arched. Kong shot him a look that made Arthit suddenly felt self-conscious.

"Yes, it just happens and we find it cool since we've been friends since primary school." Knock said in mock indifference, shooting a look at Kong who seemed to fix his eyes on Arthit. He smirked, knowingly.

"How long have you guys known each other?" Asked Korn suddenly out of the blue sending all eyes to him. It was Arthit who answered him.

"Since I was ten years old, I guess. P' Knock was my neighbor." He sipped his beer and covertly eyeing Korn, sensing something that he just found amusing.

"We lost touch of each other when he turned fifteen when he decided to go to boarding school. I haven't seen him since until recently." Knock continued a little solemnly, he eyed Arthit and the younger man lowered his.

Another strange hidden meaning to their talk that both Kong and Korn find since they ate at the restaurant. There's definitely something that they're hiding and whatever it was, it was eating both Kong and Korn alive. They don't like it one bit and it was making them unstable.

"P'Korn, are you gay?" Arthit's next question was so out of context that the other three almost spat the beer they were sipping. Three pairs of eyes were looking at Korn. The man collected himself and returned his look to Arthit.

'Yes," he stated bluntly.

"Top or bottom?" Arthit asked again in the same manner. Kong and Knock just gaped at the younger man. Knock actually blushed.

"Top," Korn answered, his brows slightly creased. He obviously didn't know where this conversation was heading to. He saw Arthit look at Knock and smirked.

"P'Knock is a bottom. Why haven't you done him already?" Arthit asked as he looked deep into Korn's eyes sending him a dare that Korn found himself staggered by it. Knock rose from his seat and smack Arthit on the head but as usual, Arthit dodged him and smirked.

"Because I thought he was in a relationship," Korn answered back surprising everyone except Arthit.

Knock swung his surprise gaze to his old friend. Korn gazed in return with an open look finally deciding to be frank with his emotion. This pain in his sides had gone too long to be left unattended.

"The hell you're talking about, Korn?" Knock stood beside Arthit with one hand on his hip. His mind blanks but his heart seemed to lunge in his chest.

"I always thought that you and Kong were lovers so I kept my feelings for you hidden. We were friends I don't want to ruin our friendship." Korn seemed to have decided to take the plunge and was looking into Knock's eyes determinedly. This time it was Kong who gasped in shock.

"What!!?? We're not lovers why on earth would you think that?" Kong asked now truly befuddled.

"Your feelings for me?" Knock asked now, soft and unbelieving.

"I think you two should go to P'Korn's room and talk this out," Arthit said now, smiling softly. Korn rose and pulled Knock with him next door to his room.

Kong was looking at Arthit searching his face, frowning. Arthit sipped his beer and saw the intent look from Kong and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you gay P'Kong?" Arthit asked raising the corner of his lips a little. Kongs lean back into the couch, sipping at his beer.

"Yes, and a top too why, are you interested?" Kong smirked at Arthit who seemed to be a little flustered at the direct insinuation. He smirked then a sudden daring in his blood seemed to rise to hammer at his heart.

"If I ever like boys, P, I am a top, the man for me is P'Knock and nobody else." Arthit smirking as he raised his beer to Kong.

"That is if you're a top, babe," Kong sneered daringly at Arthit, baiting him and purposely aggravating him and for the life of him, he didn't know why.

"Nobody can make me a bottom, P'Kong," Arthit said thinly, feeling his defenses erected all of a sudden and then realized that he was facing P'Kong and he submerged his defenses and relaxing but to his utter shock, in a blink of an eye, P'Kong was hovering above him coming closer and his reflex sending him backward. He saw P'Kong's eyes glint with desire and a strange fire that was so hot and unknown to him that it kind of warm his heart in a slow stoke.

"Even if it's for me?" Kong breathed the words to Arthit, trapping Arthit's eyes on him not breaking it even for a second.

That was strange? Why don't my defense mode turned on? Usually, nobody could even come this close to him without getting a serious injury. Arthit gulped visibly, as Kong's head ducked even closer to his. Move body, move!

But alas no.

Arthit's eyes become out of focus and seconds later, he felt the firm wetness of P'Kong's lips on his. He knew he was stunned, his mind kept screaming for his body to move, to put up a defense but strangely his body was so relaxed it was almost welcoming P'Kong's body.

No! Not right... something's wrong. What's happening, why do I felt heat flowing and spreading from my stomach and pooling at my little buddy? That is not right, isn't it?

Arthit's mind raged and yet his body didn't move away. Kong flicked his tongue across Arthit's lips and demanded entry. Arthit tried, honestly tried to clamp his lips tight but the hand that suddenly brushed the hardening buttons on Arthit's chest made him gasp and soon enough Kong took advantage of the slightly ajar lips and dove his tongue inside.

A moan escapes Arthit's throat. Soft and sensual that shocked Kong and Arhit himself. Arthit face heated as Kong's tongue began his abandon conquering of Arthit defenseless tongue.

The beer that Arthit was holding plopped onto the floor from Arthit's listless fingers. Insane pleasure starting to creep up and down from the pit of Arthit's stomach, his heartbeat running a one hundred meter dash again and again until he felt his heart would burst. What the hell is happening to him! He wanted so much to tear himself away from the sweet torture that was holding him firmly down by the connected lips but for the life of him, his body wasn't responding to his command.

Traitor, his body is a wanton traitor!

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