The cupcake guy

Chapter 33 : A bad feeling

Talking to him or kissing him, what should he choose?

Kongpob had never faced such a dilemma because he wanted and needed both things intensely. He wanted and had to talk to Arthit and at the same time, he was dying to kiss him like that time in the nightclub. Rushed by his desire, his mind confused, he drew his face closer to his elder when Arthit opened his eyes. 

Immediately, as if it were his survival instinct, Arthit put a hand on Kongpob's torso to keep him at distance, but his hand was hesitant and weak. Arthit held him back on principle, but he seemed to be on the verge of breaking down and yielding to the temptation that they had in common and that consumed them.

Kongpob bit his lips wildly.

Tell me you don't want it P'Arthit... I'm sure you want it too...

He dreamed of telling him this and that Arthit would answer him by kissing him and marking him as his own without restraint, as if they were alone in the world. He imagined the intoxicating sensation of his lips... his teeth on his skin... his tongue sliding on his mouth as on that cupcake's whipped cream he had eaten in front of him in the studio. His body bubbling with desire, Kongpob swallowed with difficulty.

"P'..."

"Kong... What are you doing?"

Arthit's voice was husky and confused, falsely annoyed but full of cracks and ill-contained desires. His voice was like a mute call, a silent moan that made Kongpob even more feverish.

"I want you... *he bit his tongue* to talk to you..." He said with dry throat, putting a hand on his elder's nape of the neck, trying to bring him closer to him with possessiveness. "Listen to me, please..."

Arthit could barely hear him because he was swimming in confusion. He was still struggling against himself. However, his hand was no longer applying a pressure on the brown man's torso. When his palm slipped of a little centimeter on Kongpob's wet and naked skin, this one shook like a leaf. This tiny gesture drove him crazy. He felt his blood go him to his head.

"P'Arthit, I..."

"'Thit!! What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here or I'll come get you!"

Prem's voice, inflexible, suddenly shattered the bubble in which they were locked. Standing on the beach with Knot whose eyes could kill, he stared at Arthit like a father who had just caught his daughter having sex with the neighbour in his car.

"Hurry up man! I'm starving! Everyone is waiting for you to eat!"

By seeing his friends, Arthit felt he had fallen back to earth abruptly. A thousand questions burst out in his head, while his reason's voice was criticizing him with bitterness.

Why?! Why do you always find yourself in situations like this?! You have to avoid him but you do the complete opposite! Did you want him to kiss you?! Did you really think he was going to kiss you?! And then what?! You wanted him to made love to you on the beach, or you wanted to jump on him?! He's John's boyfriend! His boyfriend for whom he was hard on the damn bus, you idiot! You're a moron! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!

Avoiding Kongpob's eyes, he rose up without saying a word before reaching the beach with his head down, unable to look his friends in the eyes. For his part, the young pastrycook was bewildered. He came out of the water shortly afterwards, walking mechanically, his eyes fixed on Arthit and Prem's silhouettes who were moving away towards the hotel when Knot's hand landed on his shoulder, making him turn towards him.

"Listen, I didn't want to do this but we have to talk." The young man announced, clearly not in a joke mood. "I admire you as a pilot and now that I know you a little, I can see that you aren't a bad person." He released him, but kept looking him in the eye. "But Arthit is my best friend, almost like my brother. So, step away from him or it's gonna go bad. I don't want to see you around him anymore if it's not related to this commercial's shooting, is that clear?"