Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

7

The plan was simple. Make Kong experience a mind-bogglingly, toe-curlingly, intensely passionate kiss that obviously his very first reaction would be to march right up to that dimwit and break up with him once and for all. Full proof right? Obviously it was. And as his best friend who else would be up to the task if not me? Of course, it had to be me.

So I grabbed Kong's wrist and pushed him on the bed, crawling up his body I couldn't find one tiny hole in the brilliant idea, and yet somehow as I was peering down at him, lying flat against the bed pinned under me, Charlie existence wasn't that high up in my thoughts.

In the nine years, I had known Kong it was the first time I had seen that expression on his face. His unruly hair falling haphazardly around his surprised face. Confused eyes searching mine for answers even I didn't have. Lips slightly parted while his chest heaved up and down, his warm breath mingling with mine. I'm not really sure what devil had taken over my sanity, but right in that instant looking down at the plump, pink lip, the only thought that consumed me was how badly I wanted to taste it.

Maybe this is exactly what Kong means when he says that I barely think before I act, cause perhaps it should have given me more than a seconds pause that I was just about to cross a boundary with my best friend I have never ever even considered to venture near.

And yet just as I saw him open his mouth to question my actions once again I bent down low to press our mouths together, our lips barely a hair's breadth away, when suddenly instead of his sweet taste I found myself licking the palm of his hand.

"Ewww....what the fuck?"

I had barely pulled back when I felt a sharp flick on my forehead, a move rather typical of Kong. 

"It was a joke, dummy."

"Huh?"

"I was trying to pull your leg. Obviously you don't have a make-out scene with Charlie. I slipped a fake one in your copy of the script cause I was getting pissed that you were clearly lying about reading it. Did you seriously believe he was going to agree to smack lips with you?"

"I...uh...I didn't think..."

"Do you ever?"

I was still gaping stupidly down at him when he practically squiggled out from underneath me and nonchalantly grabbed a towel to walk towards the washroom.

Hang on a minute, what just happened? One second I was about to demonstrate to Kong what a truly pleasurable kiss would taste like, and the next I look like a complete bozo cause not only did I fall for his dumb prank, now I was standing awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom, significantly aware I was down one kiss while I was listening to him spout more stories about Charlie. 

"I don't care, I'm leaving."

"Wait...Arthit, where are you going? Are you really mad? It was just a silly prank...Arthit..."

Why does it sound like I am always storming out of Kong's apartment ever since that idiot came into his life. But to say I was grumpy right now was a massive understatement. Entering my deserted, dinghy, lonely little apartment after weeks of getting pampered making my ridiculous tantrum only worse.

It's not like I don't want Kong to find his true love. I swear I do. I just really, really don't want it to be Charlie. If Kong would just let me show him what else could possibly be out there for him he would definitely dump that jerk. 

That one thought swirling around my head all freaking night where I must have dreamt atleast a dozen different times of closing the short distance between our mouths. The perfect scenario actually coming true where he would wrap his arms around my neck, responding back to me just as enthusiastically as I imagined, telling me without words that my nightmare was about to end. Every vision just so vivid that I even woke up the next day with the broadest smile on my face until it hit me that none of it was real and that Kong was very much still with Charlie.

A physical growl erupting out of my throat when the very first thing I see as soon as I step out of my door is Kong waiting for me with his annoying phone super-glued to his hand while I could clearly see him typing a message to him.

"Morning, did you sleep fine? Head still ok?"

A grunt was all he was going to get, although I wasn't at all above trying to sneakily side-eye his phone in an attempt to read his message.

"Are you seriously still upset? It was just a stupid prank, Arthit. You know you have pulled a lot of crazy stunts on me too right?"

Grunt number 2 was a lot more pronounced as I actually read their plans for tonight.

"Alright fine, I'm sorry. I know how much you don't like Charlie. But c'mon you were making it just so easy. It was almost gift-wrapped and planted in my lap."

I pulled my dark sunglasses low on my face as we slipped into the backseat of the car, making sure my face was completely averted, staring blankly outside the window, the car racing towards our day of long shoots. Kong still trying to apologize for his dumb prank. 

Who fucking cares about the stupid joke when I had spent all night fantasizing about kissing my best friend for the sole reason that it compels him to break up with his boyfriend. Arrghhh...even thinking the word gave me jitters. 

"Do you plan on not talking to me all day?"

Grunt number 3 came out sounding like a whine making Kong actually burst out in one of his rare chuckles, my resolve of giving him a cold shoulder about to shatter cause frankly it was nearly impossible for me to ignore him since I have self-control of a 4-year-old when his phone pinged once more. Unfortunately, the flashing screen right in my field of vision as I saw the single-character message from a Charlie. A big, bright, heart-shaped emoji.

Ok, that does it.

For the second time within twelve hours, I turned towards him. Clasping his face in between both my hands I pulled him close. 

"If you are sorry, then you need to make it up."

"What...Arthi..."

I practically swallowed my name as it left his lips, my mouth enveloping his plump ones. Barely feeling a second of resistance from him when he tried to pull back briefly, my fingers only slipping within his dark locks further to hold him place.

Pouring all my skill and expertise into this one kiss, completely convinced that it was now or never. I slowly pried his lips open, my tongue immediately plunging within his hot cavern. It took one, two, three whole heartbeats for his stiff body to relax against mine, his eyelids fluttering shut as he let me tilt our heads in order to deepen our kiss. My heart beating against my chest violently when I felt him begin to tentatively respond. A sudden jolt of shock running down my spine as his tongue ran along the edge of mine. My fingers automatically clutching at the nape of his neck like I was hanging onto him for my dear life as I felt myself getting drunk on his taste.

At some point, his thumb had reached up to lightly trace the line of my jaw, goosebumps littering the entire skin of my body at his tender touch. A wayward thought about what the true intention behind the kiss was tried floating around my brain, but it seems to have disappeared in the puff of air when he only increased the pressure against my lips, especially with the erotic moan that was echoing around us.

My eyes suddenly snapping open when it finally hit me that those moaning sounds were coming from me.