Fateful Encounter (Completed)

Chapter 25

*A/N You all know that Arthit means Sun right? Oh, and smut alert!

Recap

Arthit took a step back in obvious rejection. 'No P'Kongpob, I can't.'

Cont.

Kongpob stood still. For a moment he felt like he was having a out of the body experience. Then it all came crashing back when he saw the distressed look on Arthit's face.

'Arthit, I know this is sudd-'

'No P'Kongpob , wait. Just.... just wait.' He said halting Kongpob's words.

Kongpob watched, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do. Arthit was now looking around. At least he wasn't going to the elevator like before. Kongpob saw Arthit focus on something behind him. Before he could ask anything, Arthit was speed walking past him and onto the balcony. Kongpob watched in bewilderment as Arthit, without slowing his step, walked right into the pool.

You can't exactly say that Arthit jumped. He simply walked without halting his steps or taking off his clothes and in the process fell into the pool. Kongpob's bewilderment turned to concern when Arthit had yet to surface after almost half a minute. And as the clock ticked away indicating that more than a minute had passed, Kongpob truly panicked and ran to the pool. Frantically looking about he spotted Arthit at the bottom. But before his instincts could kick in he got a good look at Arthit's face.

Arthit looked calm, almost serene. Sitting cross legged at the bottom of the pool with his eyes closed, he had about him an aura of tranquility. It looked and felt so peaceful that Kongpob wanted to share in on what Arthit was feeling from where he was sitting. He entered the pool slowly, without making any sudden ripples or sound that can disturb Arthit. Then swimming closer to where Arthit was sitting, he too sat in front of him. He could immediately feel the warm water relaxing his muscles and the unique sound filling his ears close his mind to any unwanted thoughts. He kept looking at his Arthit. He could feel the calmness flow between them, almost like a tangible current, and it was a surreal experience.

However after about half a minute, his lungs were desperately crying for oxygen. He loathed to leave this calming environment but he had to first live. Just when he was about to leave, Arthit opened his eyes. And looked straight at him with the clearest, purest look he'd ever seen. He forgot to breathe let alone his lungs' cry for oxygen. Instead, he stared back at this boy who'd become his everything in so short a time.

Arthit moved, taking Kongpob's hand he swam to the surface. As the two broke the surface, both were breathing hard. The two kept gazing at each other as they held each other's hand. Arthit slowly floated closer until their chests were touching. Then leaning in he kissed Kongpob with everything he was feeling at the moment. Kongpob felt warmth, happiness, satisfaction and pride. But more than anything else, he felt love and acceptance. As he wrapped his arms around Arthit, kissing him back, he knew for certain that he's got the entire world right there, in his arms.

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Much later found the two boys, now dried and dressed in two thick white bathrobes, lying on the wicker daybed. Arthit had his arm draped on Kongpob's waist while Kongpob was caressing the back of his head. Gently running his fingers through Arthit's hair he grabbed the back of his head to bring him in for a lingering kiss. Their bathrobe clad bodies were flushed together, arms around each other and legs intertwined. Breaking off the addictive kiss, Arthit looked him in the eye.

'P'Kong, let's make love.' Kongpob stilled. He stared at the clear depths of those dark brown orbs, that had dominated all his waking and sleeping moments ever since he'd seen them. This boy, this talented, amazing human being, was his. As he belonged to Arthit. He definitely wanted the  physical bond that was inevitable between two people romantically committed to each other. And they were getting close to that point. He could feel it every time they made out But never had he felt the urge to push Arthit in to something the younger male was not ready for.