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

21

Blueberry?

Grape?

Cherry, perhaps?

Hmmm, kind of hard to tell the flavor. Maybe if I sucked just a little...harder.

So, obviously that is exactly what I did. Pushing Kong's body flat against the wall as I very contently continued suckling at his lips, my tongue eagerly pushing through the flimsy barrier before dancing an erotic beat with his moist organ. My body automatically moving closer to him to push up right against his. Our hips tantalizingly close. Kong's hand almost instantly cupping the side of my face, partially to hold me in place and partially hesitant to push me away.

How exactly did we end up in this intermingled position you ask? It's simple really. In the three days since I made him orgasm right in his own bed I have figured out something rather interesting. The fact that he has this unfortunate weakness where he can't actually manage to resist me when I am shoving my tongue down his throat. His responses always the most natural thing in the world even though he still keeps insisting on the ridiculous 'moving on' chant.

Well, quite fortunate for me though, cause I am very shamelessly taking advantage of this little tidbit of information. I mean can you even blame me when bang in the middle of my shoot Kong decides to tempt me by whipping out his chapstick, and pouting all alluringly while his lips glistened invitingly. Did I really have a choice but to march right up to him, clutching his collar without a word and shoving the both of us into the closest broom closet as I thoroughly tasted his lips?

Watermelon it is!

It wasn't until I finally released him from under my ministrations to catch our breaths when he let out a huff of annoyance. Groaning out a breathy whisper as he tried to relay his frustration all the while still trying to keep our rendezvous a secret.

"I already told you Arthit, you need to stop doing that."

Have I mentioned how much I fucking love the soft blush that creeps up his neck when he is trying to school his features every time I keep blitz kissing him?

"And I already told you I will stop when you are ready to accept you haven't done any moving or shaking. Well, to be fair when you do accept it why will I want to stop kissing you then? I guess you are kind of stuck with me now."

"Shhhh, stop being so loud. And I'm serious Arthit, you can't go around randomly kissing people. You have to..."

"But I'm not kissing people. I'm only kissing you."

"Arrghh, are you even listening to me? You can't be doing this. You are just about to start a promotional tour with Krystal. The press is going to be following you like hounds, and what if they catch you..."

"Oh, so it's just a problem if I do it with people around? If I kiss when we are at home then it's ok right?"

"That's not the point Arthit. It's  going to get complicated."

"How is it complicated? I love the taste of all your chapsticks. Even that terrible banana one. See, it's super simple."

"Listen Arthit I didn't get a chance to tell you before but..."

The 'but' barely dropping from his lips when we heard the floor manager bang outside the door, screaming on top of his lungs while he was desperately trying to track me down.

"Arthit! Bloody hell! Where has the man disappeared off to again? Someone go find Kong please and make him track down Arthit."

Both of us held our breaths, staring at each other in the minuscule closet with pursed lips as the yelling man finally moved away from the door. I let out a low chuckle while my partner in crime was completely missing the humor in our situation as he only kept frowning at me. 

Seriously? I finally manage to get the man to show some emotions and its all focused on stressing out about our harmless kisses. So obviously, I had to wipe the scowl off his face.

Softly banging my forehead against his before smacking our mouths together once more. And naturally without even thinking he opened his mouth in response. I swear if I wasn't so intoxicated on his taste I would totally be eye-rolling like crazy about how he has the resistance of a literal puppy getting belly rubs. His lips almost clinging to mine when we began hearing more people yelling for me.

Regrettably pulling away from him, I dropped another quick peck against his mouth before swinging the door open, sneakily looking left and right before I began tiptoeing back to reality. 

"Arthit, wait. I need to tell you..."

Thankfully, whatever new excuse he was about to spout like he wasn't thoroughly enjoying making out too was clearly cut short as we had a horde of people suddenly descend upon us while they swept me away to get ready for the last shot for the day. Also requiring me to pull out all my finest acting chops cause it was seriously hard to contain the grin that wanted to keep popping out while I was filming a tragically romantic scene with the witch we all call Krystal.

"Cut! And it's a wrap everyone. Good job guys!"

My eyes instantly searching for the one face that has always been a respite amongst the sea of turmoil. My calmness amongst all the chaos. Except for this time I saw him stare at me in a really, really odd manner. A look of pure guilt flashing across his face as he quickly averted his gaze.

Kong? Looking guilty? But that is my job. What could the boy possibly have done that he couldn't even meet my eyes?

And suddenly the answer was smacking me straight in my face. Very, very literally.

The delicious watermelon taste from Kong's lips that I was still savoring suddenly getting replaced with a bitter, red chemical as I felt the same old chappy lips that unfortunately I have been pressed against once too often. My arms immediately grabbing at her scrawny shoulders as I shoved Krystal away, instantly swinging my head towards Kong, all ready to launch into an explanation about....wait, what explanation? I didn't even know why Krystal kissed me out of the blue. That to bang in the middle of the studio with hundreds of people surrounding us. 

The guilty look on Kong's face now mixed with a bright red blush as he continued to keep his gaze averted instead of marching right up to me and physically separating me from the clutches of the woman he calls a psycho at least fifteen times a week.

Oh hell no! If this is what I think it is, I swear on all ice creams under the sun that I am going to murder that...

"Arthit, when did you and Krystal get back together...?"

"Did working on this movie reignite the spark...?"

"Are you guys getting engaged again...?"

"Have you guys set a wedding date yet...?"

"Where is the honeymoon...?"

"Are you guys expecting a baby...?"

"When is the due date...?"

I am surprised the horde of press snapping a gazillion pictures of us while shoving a sea of microphones under our noses haven't named our future grandchildren by now. My mouth dropping open like an amnesiac fish as I tried to find the words to tell them that the only due date coming up is for the ginormous fight I was about to have with my agent cum best friend cum almost lover if he remotely had anything to do with this mess. 

And since Krystal was hugging my arm like I was some floatation device preventing her from drowning in the middle of the ocean and Kong had yet to even raise his eyes to look my way, I have a feeling that fight is coming up rather soon.