In the Cubicle (One-Shot)

In the Cubicle

It all started with accident looks and shy smiles.

Then came the sneaking glances and teasing smiles.

Then it turned into meaningful stares with a promise of an eventful night.

And then the eventful night came, Arthit didn't just expect that it would happen to be like this - finding himself kneeled on the tiled floor of a public restroom with a stranger's cock abusing his throat.

Now, let's rewind everything that happened this night. Starting from the point when two families walk into the restaurant to get their reservations for the night.

Arthit is looking at his phone, chuckling at Tutah's and Bright's funny messages when someone bumps into him.

"Sorry," a voice says.

Arthit, as a habit, looks up to glance at the owner of the voice and finds a handsome guy his age also looking at him. Catching themselves giving strangers a look, they both shyly smile and turn their heads away.

Arthit finally takes a seat on their reserved table. While looking at the restaurant's menu, from his peripheral look, he sees a heated stare coming from the side.

Turning his head to the side, he catches the stranger from earlier sneaking a glance at him. Arthit tries to control himself from smiling but before he could give a sneaky glance of his own, he sees his mother giving him an odd look so Arthit quickly fixes his stare back on the menu folded on the table.

He pretends to be deeply engaged by it but when he's sure that his mother is rather engaged in a conversation with his father, Arthit quickly looks at the stranger.

To Arthit's dismay, the guy, in turn, is busy talking to his sister. So, then, Arthit tries to catch his eyes again, a few seconds later, he's successful to do so.

However, this time, the guy does not only settle with a glance - he's fully staring at Arthit, he's not hiding his desire anymore.

No.

His stare is burning, feral, sensuous, and done with one goal - to show Arthit that he will surely accomplish one thing tonight; and that is, to satisfy his hunger.

Hunger for Arthit. Like a lion to his prey.

Arthit feels excited and hot seeing the guy looking at him like that so he rewards the latter a smile and a bite of his lower lip, inviting, to which the stranger almost growls.

But their little moment is cut off when the foods came. In the duration of them eating actual food, the two didn't drop the sneaky glances and the teasing smiles.

After the main course comes to the shifting of the aura of their little world - suddenly, their eyes hold something deeper, something akin to a promise of an eventful night.

With the silently agreed promise hanging in the air, they both forgo the desserts since having each other is a more delicious dessert anyway.

They excuse themselves from their families.

Arthit pops a menthol in his mouth, mentally grateful that he's always ready. Not that he's tried this before, this is the first time he's doing this - to kiss a stranger in a public restroom.

Kiss.

What an understatement of the night.

Arthit knows it won't be a mere kiss when as soon as he enters the restroom, he finds himself in the arms of the stranger who's quick to lock the door behind him.

Arthit hums feeling the stranger's lips attacking his own. He tastes like menthol as well. Arthit knows he shouldn't be doing this, not in a public restroom knowing full well his parents are just outside.