Always You

10

Kongpob's POV

I laid staring at the ceiling, attempting to keep up with the rotating blades of the fan that was hung above, while miserably trying to ignore the soft body cosied to my side. What kept my heart from pounding out of my chest, were Arthit's pronounced sighs, an indication of a deep slumber. A sight rare enough to witness.

I gave in to temptation as I turned my head sideways. His frame was snuggled over my arm and into the side of my chest, with a hand lazily draped over my torso. The slightly parted lips, revealed a pink tongue that was nestled within. Dark lashes grazed his creamy skin above a small nose that flared once in a few breaths. I wished I could capture his adorable face then. But that idea tilted towards the creepier side and was a complete no-no.

I brought my thumb to his mouth and wiped the small line of drool on his chin. My finger rubbing the supple skin for longer than necessary, and sight fixated on their plumpness. Before I could hold myself back, I had leaned in to hover above his lips, waiting only for a second before covering them with mine. An electrifying current coursed through as I felt their softness. The richness drew me deeper and a tongue replaced the lips as I licked his seams gently. Every lick magnified the heat in my groins commanding me to push my tongue in. 

Right then, the graphic recollections of a specific day flashed across my mind. I pushed myself off him, lightly enough to not rouse him.

My jaw clenched at the memory.

What was I doing? I was groping a man who wasn't single.

Arthit's bed is the last place I should be in. But here I was, in all my shamefully aroused glory. It had been impossible to tame down the panic when I heard that he had taken a leave from work. It had only risen turbulently the instant I caught on to the sharp quiver in his voice. This led to a frantic sequel of countless apologies to the clients and leaving Em to manage the deal by himself.

I knew I was being a shitty professional but I couldn't control the anxiety that took over, as I thought about a helpless Arthit, having to grapple alone with the situation. I needed to be there for him at any cost. So, the next thing I know, I was sitting in a flight, making my way back to him.

But as I sat, reflecting on my actions, in the dark enclosure of Arthit's room, I realised what a grim mistake this had been.

I stayed up all night going over the advancing repercussions and also gazing at Arthit. From a distance, mind you. And soon, birds started their chirping outside, implicating the gradual approach of dawn.

It took Arthit another couple of hours to wake up and I had made myself at home by then.

He came into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly. His baby-like antics tugged the corners of my mouth upwards as I stood flipping some eggs.

"You wake up awfully early Kongpob. It's only 6 o'clock and you're already up and about. It's been years since the early morning sun light has garnished my skin."

"That's because you're a lazy, good for nothing." I grinned and dodged the mock punch that came my way. He stared at me with his hands fisted in the air and a faint tint covered his cheeks before he looked away awkwardly.

Settling on a stool in front of the counter, he rested his face on the back of his palms and sniffed deeply.

"Mmm. Spicy sunny side ups. As it happens, they're my favourite."

"I know." I stated automatically without looking up from the pan. Before I even realised the slip, he had asked me how I knew about it.

"I mean, who doesn't right? It's everyone's favourite." To which his head bobbed viciously.