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

25

As soon as I heard the ding of my phone I jumped up from my bed and rushed to swing open the door as I impatiently bounced on the balls of my feet, staring almost creepily as the light of the elevator slowly moving towards our floor.

It had already been a few hours since I had all but announced our relationship to the world in the interview, Kong sweeping in less than two seconds later and completely changing the subject about the whole line of questioning. I didn't even get to confess to him officially. And with the glare that Kong had thrown my way before he started chatting up the lady back into talking about the upcoming movie I have a feeling he isn't about to appreciate me getting down on my knees just yet. Well, atleast now he knows I am bloody serious about us.

I was just about to open my mouth when I snapped it right shut with yet another of Kong's death stare, whispering silently to me.

"Get your butt back home. We will talk later."

I nodded like an obedient child, quickly muttering to Charlie to text me when Kong was done dealing with the drama at the studio, letting my agent take over the damage control of the mess he thinks I created while I high tailed my ass back to my apartment.

Counting seconds before the doors slid open and I would face an obviously irate Kong, I wondered what would be the best strategy to navigate this situation. I mean, if you think about it, it's all Kong's fault anyway. It's not like I don't already have a track record of doing dumb impulsive things. Now only if he would have been willing to talk to me we could have simply avoided me blurting it all out on national TV. See, I told you. Kong's fault.

Why do I get the feeling he won't be thinking of it the same way I was though?

One look at the fuming face still standing in the elevator, his nostrils flaring with uncontrolled rage told me all I needed to know about how badly Kong was about to whoop my ass.

"Listen, Kong, I can explain..."

"You...you...you..."

Oh shit! I think I broke Kong.

Shoulders rising and falling as he tried to formulate basic words to begin his supposedly lengthy yelling session until it finally ended with one, loud, exasperated grunt of frustration.

"Ah, fuck it!"

My mouth barely opening to respond to his stuttering when he suddenly lunged forward from the elevator, wrapping one hand around my neck as without any warning he smashed his lips against mine.

Ok, that was unexpected. Certainly not unwelcome though as I immediately wrapped my arms around his waist, pulled him close and actively participated in the first kiss Kong had ever initiated, before he decided to pull away. Except it didn't seem like Kong had any intention of stopping soon. For the very first time, he was rather passionately chewing away at my lips, the pressure of his fingers on the back of my neck massaging my skin, or his teeth against my lips relaying things words would never be able to encapsulate. His other hand slipping through my hair, only to press our mouths closer together while they tugged at my hair. The slight pinch of pain feeling a little too erotic. Our lips parting only for a brief moment to catch our breaths when he muttered through clenched teeth.

"Arthit, I swear to God, you are an idiot."

"But I am your idiot, right?"

Another grunt before we went right back to taste each other. The fingers in my hair pulling a lot more ferociously as if he was both punishing me for doing something incredibly stupid while also urging me to continue. My own hands slipping down lower from his waist to his perfect round bottoms, giving them a light squeeze before I ran them across his thighs, bending low to place them behind his knees as I effortlessly hoisted them up. Kong rather willing wrapping his legs around my torso as we made our way towards my apartment.

"Why would you do something so stupid? Now everyone thinks you are gay."

I chuckled at that. Kong looking insanely adorable as he was trying to seriously reprimand me while being intimately wrapped around me as we intentionally walked towards a bed.

"I think they might be right."

Obviously not an answer Kong wanted to hear since he once again shut me up with his lips. Perfectly compliant as I punched in the code, kicked open the door, and walked across my apartment without our mouths breaking contact even once. Tumbling on the bed together while our fingers immediately moving to undo his shirt buttons. His just as urgent as mine even as he continued grumbling at me.

"Did you really have to spout all of that in an interview though? I had to spend all evening doing damage control."

We had finally gotten rid of his annoying shirt, my lips hungrily feasting on his naked chest while he tried to pull my t-shirt over my head.

"You didn't think I was being serious about us. Do you believe me now?"

The question followed by my lips closing over one of his enticing nipples, teeth tugging at the erotic nub. His back arching in response.

"Ahhhhh...."

Desperate hands already pushing his jeans down his hips, boxers following close behind as I stripped him naked once again.

"Although, if you need more convincing I am more than happy to help."

Staring down at him only one prevalent thought running through my head. When exactly had I reached the state that wanting another man's cock in my mouth had me salivating? Well, to be fair not any man's. Only Kong's. 

And here I am licking a path down his abs, about to give the first blowjob of my life, and there the boy was still complaining.

"What do we with about Krystal then? You know she is going to throw a tantrum....oh my God!"

Closing my lips around his erection I gave him one long suck, my tongue lapping up his length. I think it is time we stop talking about random people in our bed. Sucking him deeper down my throat I felt his fingers once again slip through my hair, gripping my head tightly as he began very audibly moaning under me. His bucking hips perfectly matching the rhythm of my bobbing head. I could almost feel his balls tighten when his fingers clasped around my shoulders as he desperately urged me back up his body, our lips clashing once more while I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him repeatedly until he erupted between us. His orgasm still hitting him in the full force when I pushed down my pants, bringing his palm to close on my aching erection. Guiding him to the speed I needed to push me over my edge. Our lips very much still fused together, battling against each other when I shot my load on his stomach, both of our cum smushing together as I fell flat against his sweaty torso.

Our heavy, audible breaths reverberating throughout the room as my forehead pressed against the curve of his shoulder. Our chests rising and falling in sync when I finally pulled back slightly, looking down at his flushed face as I gave him a broad grin.

In that second I couldn't care less how he had ended up handling the interview lady, or how many fake relationships I had to parade around in front of the world, or how nuts Krystal was about to get. What did matter to me was if the man pressed under me was ready to finally accept what I was desperately trying to tell him.

"So...."

"So....?"

"So... are we boyfriends now?"

"Ummm, let's see.... No."

"Wait, what?"

"I said, no."

My eyebrows shot up in shock at his words as I gave a very purposeful look down our bodies where our rather naked cocks were kind of conveniently pressed against each other. 

"You sure?"

And that is when it happened.

He laughed. Actually laughed. Like holy hell, I didn't even know it was an expression the man was capable of. The surprise still extremely apparently on my face when another first hit me smack in my face. One minute I was staring down at him and the very next he had flipped us around with him suddenly straddling my hips, pinning me under him. A whole volley of emotions crossing his face. Joy, laughter, happiness...lust. The smile reflected perfectly in his eyes as he bent down to drop another kiss on my lips that made a promise of many more to follow.

"Ask me again in four years."