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

9

"... your nipples gave me an erection."

Ok, that didn't come out exactly the way I wanted but I guess it gets my point across. Either way, I waited with bated breath for Kong to turn around, snap at me for saying something so ridiculous, and finally kick me out of my weird funk.

But a good whole five minutes of me holding my breath, practically passing out due to lack of oxygen and I had still not received any response from him.

Now I know I do and say many a stupid thing, but I'm definitely sure this at least warrants a reaction from Kong, no matter how small.

"Ummm.... Kong? Did you hear what I just said?"

Nothing. No response at all. Not even crickets.

So I began poking him softly on his shoulder, still testing the waters.

"Hey Kong, are you sleeping?"

Duh! Of course he was. But still, surely he could wake up for five minutes after hearing the Earth-shattering information I had just relayed. My soft poking turning into wild shoving as I started to get more and more annoyed with his lack of reaction.

"Kong! Can you wake up already? I have a bloody erection for heaven's sake and we need to deal with it."

Still nada. No matter how much I nudged him he absolutely refused to move. It wasn't until I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him flat on his back to make sure he was finally listening to me that it actually struck me that the man was laden with alcohol, an alien stench wafting from his body.

Holy shit Kong was drunk!

Now it might not seem like a big deal until you realize that Kong never drinks. Ever! Actually that's not entirely true. The last time he got wasted was exactly 4 years ago when he had broken up with his boyfriend at the time. Randomly came home one afternoon and started drinking and pretty much kept it going for the whole week. He wouldn't even let me enter his apartment to make sure he was fed and hydrated during that time. Boy, did I have a difficult time trying to bring him back to the world of sobriety, but that's a story for another time. Since then the man hasn't touched a drop of alcohol. Until tonight.

What could possibly have gotten Kong to drink again? Did that jackass force him? Seems unlikely, no matter how much of a devil incarnate the man might be even I doubt he can make Kong do something he doesn't want to.

Perhaps they broke up? 

Oh lord, please, please, please let it be true!

I must say it was mighty hard to not break out in a broad grin at the thought of Kong's potential heartbreak, but all for the sake of my best friend I bit down hard on my lower lip and sent a silent prayer towards the heavens that it did actually happen.

I fell back on the bed beside Kong and heaved out a loud sigh, watching his sleeping form through the darkness of the dimly, moonlit room. Considering the new developments perhaps it wasn't the best idea to bother Kong with my inconsequential issues as of now. There was obviously something that had driven Kong to drown into alcohol tonight that he was dealing with without even telling me. Which naturally meant first thing tomorrow he was going to get a third-degree from yours truly.

I continued staring at him as I contemplated what to do next. Perhaps I should head back to my place and scrape at least a few hours of sleep before another long day descended upon me. Unfortunately, the annoying problem in my pants very much still alive and active with seemingly no solution in sight.

It still completely baffled me why I was having such an odd reaction to Kong. I have never, ever been attracted to any man before in my entire life, let alone Kong. Maybe I have gone without sex a little too long. Perhaps I should do a booty call to get over this funk. 

Krystal?

A violent shiver running down my spine just at the thought of the death glare Kong would give me if I ever slept with that crazy wench again. Plus somehow it doesn't feel like that is the problem at all. If it was then why was I not fantasizing about the dozens of gorgeous women I was surrounded by all day. Well, that's easy to answer, mostly cause I wasn't a gigantic creep.

And as I say that, I am practically oggling at Kong's plump lower lip wondering why it hasn't left my mind all day. Almost subconsciously reaching out to brush back a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, softly tracing the lines of his face until I found my thumb slowly caressing the edge of his lips.

Maybe if I could just kiss them again I would know once and for all what all the fuss was about. Just one tiny taste would be enough. My body shifting almost on its own volition to move closer to him.

No! Bad Arthit!

Kong was drunk and obviously passed out. If he was awake he would surely have slapped me if I asked to kiss him again.

Well...but to be fair, I did ask to kiss him multiple times, actually even kissed him today morning, and he didn't seem like he was in the mood to shove me away that quickly, so...

Wait, wait, wait, was I trying to argue with myself if it was ok to kiss him while he was sleeping. Of course it wasn't. What was wrong with me. I swear all the pasta had turned my brain into marinara sauce. I am no pervert who takes advantage of drunk people simply cause one kiss has left me all horny and confused.

I had almost managed to beat some sense into my head and shuffled out of the bed before I turned back to give another longing look at that peaceful face. 

All resolve instantly shattering as practically with light speed I leaned down, giving his lips the softest of brushes before I bounced back to my feet, power walking to the door, a bright, neon blush engulfing my entire body.

Shaking hands wrapped around the door handle as I felt the void within my chest only growing. My tingling lips craving more. Maybe I just needed one more tini, tiny little kiss and then I would be satisfied. Yup, just one more and I would close this chapter forever.

Walking just as quickly back to the bed I peered down at him before I bent down once again, as quietly as possible, pressing our lips together once more. Just a brief peck before I sprung back straight and began moving towards the exit again. My heart beating wildly against my chest. How exactly has a bonafide playboy reduced to blushes over the chastest of kisses with my sleeping best friend is beyond me?

Ok, I am going to officially admit that I have a problem. A gigantic one at that cause this time around I hadn't even made it halfway towards the door when I did an about-turn once again.

Chup. Chup. Chup.

Three quick pecks in succession before I sucked in a deep breath. Done, I'm done. I swear. I'm going to walk out of this room and slap myself senseless for having zero self-control. Walking backward still staring at his serene expression. An almost pained groan being snatched out of me as my feet refused to move.

Ok, maybe just one more. Absolute last one. I promise.

Scrunching my eyes tightly shut I made my way to savor the last kiss. Every last cell in my body bubbling with excitement as I puckered my lips. So close to my enticing destination when I heard the voice that literally made my heart drop.

"What are you doing?"