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

18

Arthit, you are an idiot. 

And I think by now I have laid down more than enough evidence why I am the biggest, most gigantic idiot that has ever walked this planet. 

He was talking to me.

He was talking to me!

How the hell did I not figure that out all this time?

For two whole weeks every night I have been rolling around my bed, screaming my embarrassment silently into my pillow as I relived that awful night over and over again. Was I seriously making 'EEEEE' and 'AAAAA' faces at Kong while he was dressed in a suit sitting in a swanky restaurant making a love confession?

Arrgghhhh....

Honestly what amazes me more than anything else is that Kong hasn't murdered me yet. Not only had I completely misunderstood his multiple confessions that night I had actually thrust all my affairs under his nose over and over again. How did he even survive this long, staying beside me? For four bloody years? Without mentioning anything again even once? Either than man has severe masochistic tendencies. Or, the more likely scenario, is that he had actually moved on. I mean who has their hearts strung along for so many years for the biggest fucking idiot without having atleast some self-preservation tendencies. 

So you can only imagine the utter confusion that had plagued my head when I finally realized what that dinner was supposed to be about, my own personal attraction that has slapped me in my face like a wayward tennis ball from literal nowhere, my own dick making my pants tighter than they should be as I tried to not jump his bones constantly, all the while wondering if I should dig a large grave in my messed up heart and bury away all the feelings forever or be my normal self and jump into this unknown sea of emotions head first.

But you see as I have clearly established my idiocracy, as soon as I began talking, watching Kong lying flat on his back on my bed as if he belonged there, chatting with me in such a carefree way as if I wasn't the doofus who had broken his heart four years ago, even going so far as checking up on me when I am behaving all uncharacteristic, all my inner turmoil came tumbling out.

"Kong he is freaking out cause he is a bloody bozo who didn't figure out until last week that four years ago his friend was actually confessing to him and what if it's too late now and I'm scared that you don't feel the same way about me anymore."

I guess the cat was out of the bag now, huh?

I watched as realization slowly dawned on his face. Atleast thankfully he isn't as daft as I am. His eyes narrowing on my face, the tiny smile that was dancing around the edges of his lips suddenly only moments ago vanishing completely. That same old expressionless mask falling right back in place. 

"What are you really trying to say Arthit?"

Instead of answering him straight away I pushed myself up, sitting upright next to him, our eyes still unwaveringly locked. But just as Kong was about to follow suit, pushing his hands against the bed to rise too I pushed him back down. Pressing both of my palms against his shoulders as I kept him in place, slowly climbing over his body, straddling his hips while I leaned in really close. Our faces barely a few inches away. His slightly hitched warm breath mingling seamlessly with mine.

"What I am saying is I finally know what you were trying to tell me at that dinner."

"Oh..."

His lips parted slightly, eyes widening in surprise. One of the rare moments his soft vulnerabilities peering through all the barriers he keeps erecting around him to keep his emotions restricted within.

"Yeah...and I think it's high time I gave you my answer."

I guess it's now or never. 

My reflection in his shocked pupils kept getting larger as I slowly bent down, every cell in my body on edge as I was just so very close to attaining what I have been craving night after night. Both our eyelids fluttering shut almost simultaneously as I finally pressed my lips against him.

And right on cue, the room was filled with the echos of my moans.  This time around though I couldn't care less. Shedding away all possible doubts, I slid my hands across his arms until I felt his slightly roughened palms, slipping my fingers in between his, gripping them really tightly as I slowly pried his lips apart.

It's weird how tentatively I was moving my mouth against his, both a little scared that he would shove me away and more than a little ready to savor every last bit of his taste. My heart doing wild jumping jacks just I felt my moist tongue touch his, recoiling slightly in shock before venturing deeper within his cavern once again to lightly tease his. My taste buds tingling with a burst of flavor that I could only attribute to Kong. My heart drumming a violent beat in my ears as I kept pushing deeper and deeper. My teeth hungrily biting and sucking at his sweet, soft lips. It honestly felt like with every passing second my heart was only growing in size. The sheer joy of the thought, the touch, the feeling of having Kong pressed so intimately under me, responding in his own understated way. And if it was probably any other time, or rather any other person I would have impatiently hurried to shed off the remaining clothing, all ready to get down to business, cause obviously that would have been the point of any of this anyway right? 

But not with Kong. Even though I was probably crossing off world records for horniness, I was pretty sure my brain would pretty much explode if I moved past any PG-rated activities. I think I still need to figure out how to keep my racing heart under control,  which seems like a very distant possibility as I was nowhere near done lazily exploring his mouth. The only thing keeping me grounded to the present was both our hands firmly linked together. His strong fingers reminding me all of this was actually a reality and not a sleep-deprived fantasy I have envisioned multiple times in the past few weeks.

The night around us slowly ticked by as I found myself drowning in all the emotions swirling around us, our clinging lips finally pulling apart, Kong immediately sucking in an audible breath, opening his eyes to look straight into mine. A nervous tongue peeking out to moisten his plump thoroughly kissed lips.

"You...you are right..."

"Yeah?"

I smiled down at him, beyond enjoying the slight hint of confusion in his eyes, his face trying so hard to conceal his emotions like he is used to doing, and at that moment all I could think of was that I could happily get used to this view.

"I ... have moved on."