Peraya Delight - Chapter 53: Chapter 53
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Arthit smiled wide glancing at his ringing phone. He immediately took the call, with dimpled smile on display.
"Arthit! I got it! I got it Arthit!" A female voice immediately responded making Arthit frown hearing a response that he didn't expect but smiled soon.
"What happened Nam? You seem soo excited," Arthit chuckled.
Namtan giggled in response, "My presentation got approved, Arthit! It got approved!"
"Really!? Oh my! Nam! I'm soo happy for you!" Arthit was genuinely happy to know about the success of his girlfriend. Hearing how excited she is as she kept on saying the same thing over and over again, made him chuckle.
"Oh, baby! I can finally move to the US office and work there! I'm soo excited!"
The smile on Arthit's lips dropped, his grip over the bouquet in his hold tightened. "Wait-What?"
"I'm going to the US, Arthit! I told you right?! If I get this project I'll be transferred to the US branch to complete this project! Maybe stay there permanently! This is going to be a milestone in my career! I can't be any happier!" Namtan giggled, feeling excited as she spoke.
"When are you going?" Arthit bit the inside of his cheek. Stopping himself from asking other questions that crossed his mind.
"Tomorrow morning at 6! I'm packing my things now." An excited reply was heard.
"What!? You can't go!" Arthit panicked, Namtan was leaving and he didn't expect this to be soo early. At least not today! He had planned things for her, after all, it is a special day for them today.
A minute of silence was between them before Arthit heard shufflings from the other end.
"What do you mean by I can't go? Arthit, this is my dream," Namtan's voice was cold this time and it dropped Arthit's heart.
The male cleared his throat, he placed the bouquet in his hand on the bed as he stood up to walk towards the balcony.
"Nam, I didn't mean that. I said you can't go soo soon, when will you return? We'll be separated for a long time."
Namtan scoffed at the other end and it didn't sit well with Arthit, "I don't care Arthit! I have to go!"
Arthit clenched his fingers into a fist, "Nam, I booked a dinner date and a hotel room for both of us today, we were going to celebrate. How can you ditch me like that?"
"Come on! It's not a big deal Arthit! We'll have a dinner date some other time! Maybe when you visit me in the US," Namtan chuckled.
Arthit gasped, his cheeks turning red as he realised that Namtan has forgotten, the day.
"Namtan, what day is today?"
His girlfriend frowned at the other end, "It's Wednesday?"
"What's the speciality of today?" Arthit clutched onto the rail, staring at the evening sky.
"What the heck is wrong with- Oh my! Arthit! I didn't know! I-I forgot! I'm so sorry-"
"Enough Namtan," Arthit let out a puff of air.
"Baby I'm really-"
"How could you forget our anniversary Namtan!? I arranged all of this with your knowledge! Yet you have the audacity to say that we can change the schedule! Really Namtan!?" Arthit felt himself losing control over his emotions.
He had been a subject to Namtan's constant 'forgetfulness' as she claims for an year already. He hadn't said anything about it, thinking the latter was just busy and that she was just trying to work hard for her promotion. But never did he imagine that Namtan would forget their anniversary. It happened last year but he gave in to his girlfriend's apology, things weren't as dense as it was today back then. He was constantly noticing how Namtan was putting their relationship at the back of her mind as if it wasn't important.
"Arthit, I'm really sorry! I said sorry right!? Can't you understand!?" Namtan was fuming, her celebration mood going down the hill as she slammed the suitcase close, feeling angry at how her boyfriend was reacting.
Arthit closed his eyes, he was getting dizzy with the number of thoughts that was running through his mind, he stepped back from the rails as he sat on the couch at the balcony of the room he had arranged for their anniversary.
"Namtan, is your work important than our relationship? Soo important that you forgot our anniversary for two years straight?"
He heard a gasp from the other end and Arthit wanted to believe that they were fine and this was just another challenge in their relationship but who was he fooling?
Namtan sighed, "Arthit, I told you already. This is important for me, I have been working for this! And I don't care if I hurt you or not on the way up my dream."
Arthit clenched his fist, his face flushed with anger, his eyes glaring at the evening sky.
"Really-Really great of you Namtan, for saying that. After five years..."Arthit scoffed.
"I want you to answer a question, Namtan," Arthit took a deep breath, hearing the batted breath of his lover from the other side.
He wasn't cutting down Namtan's dreams, he always stayed for her, gave her all the support she needed. But now, this was another perspective of things.
"I want you to choose, it's either me or your work at US."
Namtan gasped, "You can't do that!"
"Sure I can! I'm tired of this Namtan! I'm tired of you putting me as your final option! I'm tired of acting like we aren't falling apart! When did you become so power-hungry, Namtan!? Didn't I give you everything that you asked, didn't I love you enough? Were these five years just a drama for you!? You're pushing me away! Tell me, did you find someone else?! Someone who can replace me!?"
The other end was silent, all he can hear is Namtan's rhythmic breathing. As if he didn't pour out his insecurities in front of her and practically asked her if she was cheating on him.
"Namtan what-"
"I can't do this anymore Arthit."
The man stiffened, his eyes wide and lips parted as he heard the emotionless voice of his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend.
"Maybe you're right but I don't think you have the right to know about my life. I'm getting tired too Arthit, you're the acting CEO of your family business now, you won't ever understand me."
"Namtan! This is not about my status or yours! It's about our love! Did I ever, ever looked down on you-"
"Arthit enough! I'm done with this! I have an early flight tomorrow and I don't have time to waste talking to you. It's over, I'm breaking up with you if that's what you want to hear."
Arthit let out a teary chuckle, "How could you-Soo easily, how could you?"
"Just so you know Namtan, I was going to propose you today," Arthit let out a laugh when he heard Namtan gasp.
"Arthit-"
"I guess that won't be necessary now, I arranged everything. And now it's all a waste. But guess this was good, we know where we stand now. Goodbye, Namtan. I wish I never see you again!"
Arthit hung up the call before he let Namtan say anything. He deleted her number. Blocked her contact. He doesn't want anything to do with her anymore but that didn't stop him from feeling the ache that spread across his chest.
"Fucking hell! I hate you Namtan!" Arthit took out the velvet box from his pocket and threw it off from the balcony. He was a fool to not see where this was going to, Namtan never cared, it was always him. And the realisation made him scream out in anger.
Arthit stood up and marched inside, threw away the blazer he wore and the bouquet of roses over the floor. Letting out an angry scream he ran his hands over his hair, messing up the perfectly gelled hair.
He marched out of the room next, leaving the door unlocked. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to forget this moment. Forget Namtan.
"P'Mark, I don't feel good."
Mark stared down at his boyfriend who was massaging his forehead, he rolled his eyes.
"Really Kongpob?! You have to feel ill right now!?"
Kongpob looked up, his eyesight becoming blurry with the headache he was getting. "I-I think it's fatigue, I worked all night -"
"Save the explanation for yourself," Mark pulled away from his hold over the younger's waist, groaning irritatedly at his lover who stared at him with hurt filling his features.
Kongpob immediately caught the other's hand, his eyes pleading to the elder."P'Mark, I'm sorry! Just give me an hour to rest, we can continue-"
"No!" Mark yanked his hand away. "You always do this! Push me away when we're about to have sex! Really Kongpob!? How much longer should I wait for you to adjust with it!?"
Kongpob wanted to explain, but he wasn't in the position to do so. He just needs some time to rest, the headache was too much and he felt that he would throw up whatever he ate for lunch.
"P, listen to me...I really want to do it now but I don't feel well-" Kongpob gaped as Mark marched out of the room. Shutting the door with a loud bang.
Kongpob pushed himself away from the wall, staggering forward he climbed up the bed in the room. He let out a content sigh when his head hit the pillow.
He wanted to sleep, but Mark's reactions were still in his mind. It was hurting him. He knows he's being unfair to his boyfriend, but it's just who he's, he has his fears too but the latter doesn't seem to understand. The Mark he's seeing now isn't the same person he fell in love with an year ago.
Kongpob closed his eyes tight, not even trying to wipe the tears that stained his cheeks as he tried to sleep.
It hurts him more knowing Mark didn't understand that he was in this situation because of the latter himself. It had been soo long since they had time for themselves and things were not going the right way between them so Kongpob put forward an idea of taking three days off from work and spending it at a hotel. Enjoying each other's presence.
But for that Kongpob had to work hard, he had to clear up his work for three days so that his department head won't eat him up with his lack of professionalism. And not to mention he had to help Mark too, who worked in the same department as his, they were co-workers before they became boyfriends. He could say that Mark is a really lazy guy, most of the time he uses Kongpob to get his work done. But Kongpob never protested, he was his boyfriend after all and he didn't want to fight. This was his first relationship.
So Kongpob took extra hours to clear up Mark's work too, along with his own for the upcoming days they will be requesting for a leave. And Kongpob didn't get an ounce of sleep for two days, along with that he had to pack both their bags last night too. He did get some sleep when Mark drove them to the hotel but it was hard to take proper rest with Mark increasing the voice of the radio inside the car while he was trying to sleep.
And finally, when they got to have lunch and check in to their rooms, Kongpob was exhausted. He just wanted to sleep to get rid of his headache and Mark had other plans.
When Kongpob came out of the shower, ready to get some sleep after taking his medicine. Wishing he could cuddle in his lover's embrace, Mark had to pin him on the wall and kiss him, with other ideas as he slipped his hands under his shirt.
Kongpob wanted to do this. He had came prepared for it this time, he had planned everything, to give himself to his lover of over a year. Finally taking that step. But, would you blame him for telling his lover that he had a throbbing headache and feeling like he would faint any moment?
He didn't want to disappoint or ruin the moment if he faints in between their make-out session and leaves it halfway done. It was his first time after all, he wanted it to be with both of them well aware of what they were doing.
Kongpob doesn't know what he should do to make Mark understand. He doesn't want to lose the latter either. In his mind, the first image of his boyfriend is of the one who always gives him his favourite iced coffee to cheer him up, giving playful pecks on his lips. Those were the moments he treasured.
Kongpob opened his eyes, blinking his eyes softly as he regained his consciousness. His hand involuntarily caressed on the spot beside him, finding the other end cold.
He blinked once again, the headache was still there and he was feeling tired. But looking outside the glass door of the balcony he could see that it was already dark. He knew it's getting late.
He slowly sat up, groaning when his head ached, he looked around the room.
"P'Mark?"
Kongpob sighed, he got out of the bed and checked the bathroom to find it empty. He gulped, why didn't his boyfriend return yet?
The latter usually comes back to him within half an hour when they argue or when the elder marches out. This was unusual and it worried Kongpob. A fear of something happening to his lover clouding his mind.
So he did the next thing he could. Even with the headache he almost ran out of the room, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. He was feeling warm from the slight fever he got but he didn't mind it at the moment.
He doesn't know where he should be looking so he went down to the lobby, enquired the staffs there if he saw his boyfriend after showing him his photo on his phone and the replies he got didn't help him.
Dejected he decided to go back to their room. He clutched onto the elevator's wall as he balanced himself from not falling.
"Shit!" Kongpob cursed when he started to feel dizzy.
He staggered to his feet as he walked out of the elevator, not realising he had pressed the wrong floor earlier.
Kongpob took a deep breath, mumbling to himself to get a hold until he reaches his room. But before he knew he fell on the carpeted floor, darkness swarming into his eyes.
And the next thing Kongpob knew was someone patting on his cheeks but he didn't feel like opening his eyes. He was too tired.
"Sir? Wake up please, sir?" One of the hotel staffs tried to wake the latter up.
The staff found the latter unconscious over the carpeted floor when he came in for room service called by one of the customers. He panicked but he remembered the latter as the person who enquired about his lover at the hotel lobby. He was there at the time.
And he remembered his room number. But he isn't sure if it's 606 or 609, as he had inquired about it during the time the latter had shown him his room card when he was in the lobby.
The staff sighed as he slowly pulled the latter up, if the latter was on this floor then it might be room no 606. The other numbered room was upstairs, just a floor above. So he was pretty confident about the latter's room number now. So he did what he could, placing the latter's hand over his shoulder he slowly helped him to his room, which was unfortunately at the end of the corridor.
The staff let out a sigh when he found that the door of the room was unlocked. He was sure now that it was the latter's room, who would leave their room door open if not for the hurry? And the latter looked tensed when he was down at the lobby.
The staff sighed when he saw the condition of the room after he turned on the dim lights inside, hoping it would help the other to rest. There was a bouquet of flower over the floor, scattered as if it was torn down. And a blazer on the floor, it didn't look romantic. And he guesses the latter who he was currently helping to get on the bed fought with his lover.
"Gosh," the staff let out a sigh after placing the unconscious man over the bed, pulling the duvet over him.
He immediately walked out of the room, closing the door behind.
Arthit staggered a little as he walked, the alcohol he drank taking over his system. His eyes puffing red from all the crying, his cheeks flushed and lips trembling. He kept cursing his ex-lover as he walked towards his room, blaming her over and over again.
Standing in front of his room he groggily took out the key from his pocket, forgetting that he didn't lock his door. He pushed the key inside and jiggled on it, cursing under his breath when the key wasn't turning. He pushed the door in anger and it surprised him when he found the door was open.
He facepalmed realising he might have forgotten to lock them. Sniffling on his tears he walked inside, shutting the door behind with a loud thud.
Arthit gasped, blinking his eyes when he stared towards the bed. He straightened, his eyesight was getting slightly blurry with the alcohol in his system. After all, he drank for hours at the hotel bar, overcoming his capacity, so he wasn't surprised for feeling that way.
"N-Nam, is that you?" Arthit blinked. Somehow his mind said that it was Namtan who was on the bed. Knowing that only she knew about the room and is free enough to get inside and sleep on the bed, Arthit believed it was her.
Happiness blooming inside his drunk mind he rushed towards the bed. Maybe Namtan came to say sorry, maybe she still loves him. His brain forgetting all the hours of crying he had wasted.
"Baby!" Arthit climbed onto the bed and back hugged the latter. His senses were still dazed to notice the changes of the person he was holding in his arms.
Arthit slipped his hands into the latter's shirt, caressing over the soft waist as he turned the person around. He smashed their lips, his eyes closed and mind dazed as blurry images of his girlfriend formed in his head.
"Ah-ah," Arthit heard a moan escape the other's lips and the voice seemed soo soft yet different to his ears.
The latter climbed on top of the other as he deepened the kiss. Hearing soft moans from the other figure. The other's skin felt warm against his.
"P-P'Mark," a weak whisper left the other's lips when Arthit parted away, the other's eyes still closed.
Arthit hurriedly undressed himself, not hearing the sound that escaped the other's lips.
Kongpob tried to blink his eyes open. The fever was still there and he could feel the burn in his eyes and forehead but what distracted him was the hand that was roaming over his body, the hot trails that the fingers left of his bare skin. His clothes were long gone, he didn't recognize what was happening but his mind told him to stay quiet and to not ruin the moment.
His fever stated mind recognising the touches as his boyfriend's even though the caressing of the hands felt much softer and calmer than how his lover's touches usually felt.
A cold shiver left his body when he felt the other's hard member caressed against his inner thigh. He blinked his eyes open, his vision still blurry, the dimmed light of the room making it difficult for him to see.
"Ah-P-" Kongpob gasped, arching his back when he felt the sudden intrusion made inside him. A cry left his lips as he clutched onto the bedsheet.
"Oh baby- you're tight," Kongpob heard a slurry voice, he wasn't in the state to distinguish between his lover's voice and the person who was on top of him.
"You know I love you, please don't hurt me like that," the younger heard another sniffle. He cried again when the other thrusted into him, feeling the pleasure run down his system even though he felt his walls stretching.
Before Kongpob could open his mouth and ask what the latter was talking about, his lips were captured in an intoxicated kiss, he loved the way the other was moaning and sucking onto his lips so he wounded his arms around the other's shoulder, pulling him closer by his neck to deepen the kiss.
Arthit felt as if he was flying, the feeling of the other's lips were driving him crazy. The soft flesh felt like an addiction. A feeling he never felt in the past but he was too hazed to think about it. All he knew was that he was making love with his lover, kissing the addictive lips, trying to make things between them right.
The other's cries and moans as he rocked into him was making his member hard than it already was, inside the warm cavern. He moaned into the kiss feeling the other's fingers clawing on his shoulder.
Kongpob panted into the kiss, tasting the alcohol from the other's lips but he didn't mind it at the point. All he needed was the latter to continue making love to him, the pain he felt was overpowered by the pleasure he was feeling. He felt difficult to adjust at first but as seconds passed he found himself a moaning mess under the elder male.
Arthit thrust deeper and faster, unleashing all the emotions he had felt. His body and mind not recognising the changes around him. His lips moved from the other's lips to his neck, sucking onto the base of his collarbone. The other's moans and grunts pleasing his ears.
He gripped the other's legs and wrapped them around his hip, giving him more access to the other's sweet hole. He panted as he rocked into the other, his eyes closed as he savoured the foreign yet pleasuring sensation down him.
"Ah-ah," Arthit breathed heavily, feeling his release inside the other's entrance. He opened his eyes, the rush of pleasure made him feel dizzy, his vision blurry as he stared at the incoherent image in front of him.
He blinked his eyes as he pulled away from the warm hole, he heard a loud whimper from the person. Before he could move to the other side, he slumped onto the body beneath him. Mumbling unintelligible words he closed his eyes, feeling the soft surface underneath him. He snuggled into the other's neck, inhaling an unfamiliar scent. But he felt at peace, a sense of warmth spreading through him before he fell into his slumber.
Kongpob groaned, opening his eyes. Blinking when the sunlight hit his face. He felt better than before. The headache was gone but he felt tired. Really tired.
He panted, feeling a weight over him. An arm wrapped around his waist. The warmth made him smile. He vaguely remembered what happened last night and the feeling he got from it still lingering in him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his toes curled remembering the feeling of the soft caresses on his body.
He turned around softly, shutting his eyes tight when a whimper left his lips as pain shot up his spine from his lower back. Last night was rough, very different from what he imagined his first time to be like. But it was the best, he could say. It was with his lover after all.
The only regret that was in his mind was the fact that he wasn't in his proper state of mind. He hated his lover for that, he wished the other would at least wait for a day until he was fine. But he can't blame Mark, Kongpob had made him wait for long.
"Hmm..."
Kongpob's eyes shot open. His eyes widened when he heard an unfamiliar voice beside him. He looked up to meet the face of the latter that was hugging him tightly.
"Shit! Who the hell are you!?" Kongpob pushed the other from his body, not minding if the other was being hurt in the process with his strong push over the shoulder.
"What the fuck!?" The pale man groaned loudly, opening his eyes in a snap as he clutched onto his shoulder. The push was harsh and he was almost going to roll out of the bed.
Kongpob's lips trembled, pulling the duvet over his naked self as he pushed himself away from the stranger.
"Who the hell are you!?" Kongpob felt a lump forming in his throat.
The pale man gulped, registering his surrounding. He next glared at the man who stared at him with shaky eyes. Hiding his naked self from him.
"I should be the one asking you that!? Why are you in my room!?" Arthit shouted back, realisation hitting in square on the face. He gulped when vague memories of the previous night flashed into his mind.
Kongpob's eyes widened, finally registering that he wasn't in his room. He started to panic, tears started to roll down his cheeks realising he cheated on his lover.
"No-No, this is can't be happening," he mumbled, ignoring the throbbing pain in his back he got down the bed and immediately collected his clothes from the floor.
"Tell me! Who are you?! Why are you in my room!?" Arthit stood up on the other side, pulling his shirt and pants from the floor.
"I don't know ok! I don't know! This can't be happening," Kongpob felt as if he would break down any moment. Guilt washing over him.
Arthit was fuming, all doubts creeping inside his mind. He could only come to one conclusion and it made him see red.
"Are you one of those bastard's men!? Trying to get me into a scandal!?"
"Huh-What?! No! I'm not sent by anyone!" Kongpob immediately retorted back.
"Then how the fuck did you get inside my room!? You're definitely sent by my rival!" Arthit pointed a finger at the man.
This had happened to him a few times when his company's rivals plotted things against him but this was the first time something to this extend had happened.
Kongpob was losing it, his mind was filled with the thought of cheating Mark and here he had to explain to a stranger about something he doesn't even have a clue on.
"I don't know! For god's sake, I don't know! The last thing I knew was blacking out because I had a high fever! Then I was fucked in this room! In your bed! I thought you were my boyfriend!" Kongpob sobbed, not giving the stranger a chance to speak he ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open in the process.
Arthit was stunned, he stared blankly at the space the latter previously stood at. He blinked realising how messed up things were. He doesn't know what happened but he had to find if the stranger was telling him the truth or not. So he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the room.
He shouted for the latter to stop when he saw him climbing up the stairs at the end of the corridor.
"Fuck!" Arthit cursed under his breath, his head pounding with the hangover of getting drunk last night.
He followed the latter, there was thankfully no one at the corridors. He watched with furrowed eyebrows as the stranger banged on a door. Ringing the bell as he tried to open the locked room.
"P'Mark! Are you in there!?"
Arthit heard the other shout. He watched from a good distance as the other continued to ring the bell. He unconsciously bit his lips when the door was opened, and a man few inches taller than the latter he slept with stood in front of the door. Shirtless.
That's his boyfriend?
"Kongpob? Why are you here?" He heard the husky voice of the taller male.
So Kongpob was his name.
"What do you mean by why am here? P'Mark-"
"Who is there baby?"
Kongpob gasped, taking a step back. Arthit raised his eyebrows witnessing the scene and his mind told him that he had to intervene. He walked closer, standing behind Kongpob and he gasped seeing the scene in front of him. He glanced at Kongpob and he felt bad for the latter.
"W-who is this P'Mark?" Kongpob stuttered. Watching a stranger male, with messy hair, in a white robe hugging Mark from the side.
And that's when he noticed the red marks over his boyfriend's chest and neck, he could see red hickeys on the stranger's neck too. It made him gulp, realising what happened.
Kongpob noticed from the corner of his eyes that the man he had slept with came to stand behind him.
"It's as you see Kongpob, this is my new lover. Meet Ryan. He's much better than you." Mark smirked, pulling Ryan closer to him. His eyes trailed on the taller figure that stood behind Kongpob, staring blankly at them.
"Who are you?" Mark raised his eyes at the stranger.
"How could you do this Mark!? How could you!?" Kongpob shouted, feeling pathetic. Ignoring the question of the elder.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Ryan can give me more than you ever can Kongpob. This is the best for us. Let's break up."
Kongpob scoffed, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. "I don't need you to tell me where we stand now, Mark! Was it only sex you want from me!? You used me! For everything, made me your toy yet I loved you!"
"Do you know why I planned this vacation for us!?" Kongpob shouted.
"I planned to take the step with you, Mark! I finally had the confidence to do it! I was burning with fever when we arrived here because I overworked myself! Doing both mine and your work at the office so that we could take a few days leave! But you didn't understand! All that you wanted was sex!"
Mark's eyes widened at the latter's revelation. But he didn't feel guilty. He didn't want to continue this relationship anymore.
"Whatever you say Kongpob, it's over now. I don't want this pathetic relationship with you. You're too useless." Mark glared at the younger male.
Kongpob wiped his tears angrily, glaring back at the male more intensely.
"Fuck you, Mark! Do you know what happened to me after you left me alone in the room!? I came in search of you and somehow I ended up in a stranger's room! Here I was worried sick, feeling guilty that I cheated on you! But I no longer feel like that!" Kongpob slapped right across the man's face.
"Mark!" Ryan gasped as he held onto his new lover.
Kongpob pushed Mark and Ryan away from the entrance of the door. Mark gaped as he held onto his cheek, feeling the burning of the slap over his skin as he watched Kongpob take out his travel bag.
Kongpob turned around to face his ex-boyfriend, glaring at him. "You're a piece of shit Mark! I hate you!"
He marched away next, towards the elevator. Limping on his way.
Arthit glared at the two men gasping at Kongpob. He felt the need to throw a punch at him. Sure he and Kongpob did a mistake, both of them weren't in the right state of mind and there were still many questions to be answered. But he saw how Kongpob was trembling with guilt all the while he marched out of his room, up until he came in view with his ex-lover.
"Just so you know," Arthit's voice was filled with rage, getting Mark and Ryan's attention.
"It was amazing having sex with him. You missed a treasure there, you bastard."
Mark blinked, staring at the stranger who ran away in the direction Kongpob went. He let out a frustrated groan, kicking the door with his leg in anger.
"Kongpob?"
Arthit gulped, watching the man who shook as he cried, sitting on the stairs. Instead of using the elevator, Kongpob climbed down the stairs in anger and he broke down crying as soon as he ensured that Mark wasn't in his sight.
Arthit sighed, sitting beside the latter. "I'm sorry for judging you."
Kongpob shook his head, wiping his tears. "I-It's ok, I don't blame you."
Arthit bit his lips, he wanted to ask the latter if he was fine but he stopped himself when he saw Kongpob standing up.
"I-I've to go. I don't think I can stay here anymore." Kongpob glanced at the paler man. He doesn't even know his name yet and he isn't planning to ask about it either.
"Oh, I can give you a ride if you-"
"No thanks, I'll be fine. I'll take a cab home. Thank you for your concern." Kongpob gave a polite smile and it tugged Arthit's heart.
Arthit watched with a dejected face as Kongpob walked down, towards the elevator on the floor. The male gave a small smile to him before he got inside the elevator.
The latter sighed. He wished he got to know the latter in a different circumstance. He hopes that Kongpob will be fine.
And just like Arthit wished it to be, he met the male after a month. At a bar.
"Kongpob? Is that you?" Arthit unexpectedly smiled when the man who sat at the bar counter, on the high chair gulping his drink turned towards him.
The man was wearing a plain baggy grey shirt and black jeans. His hair falling over his forehead.
"Oh," Kongpob's eyes widened when he saw the man who took a seat beside him on the high chair. Giving him a dimpled smile, the latter was in a crisp blue blazer, with a white undershirt and blue jeans. His hair gelled to the side.
"Nice to meet you again," Arthit chuckled making Kongpob smile too.
"I'm glad to meet you too Khun Arthit," Kongpob smiled shyly, fidgeting on his place in the presence of the other.
"Oh, you know my name?" The latter asked surprised.
Kongpob let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his nape. "I-I came to know that you were the acting CEO of the Rojnapath group. I'm so sorry that I didn't recognize you back then!"
Arthit waved his hand, dismissing the apology. "Don't be. At least someone talked to me like a normal human being."
"And please, drop the formalities."
Kongpob let out a laugh nodding his head, "Not much of a great talk we had, P'Arthit."
Arthit blushed but nodded, letting out a chuckle. He turned towards the bartender when the latter asked him for his drink.
"A glass of whiskey please, neat." Arthit smiled.
"So, you're here for-" Kongpob dragged out, raising his eyebrows as he waited for the other to complete the sentence. Taking a sip of his beer.
"Came to see my friend after a meeting with my client. He owns this place."
Kongpob nodded, "Oh, I see. So you met him?"
"Yeah, I did. Was about to leave when I noticed you."
The tan guy hummed in reply. Both of them falling into a comfortable silence next.
Arthit eyed the other male, the way he sat on the high chair, sipping the glass of beer. Licking his lips as he took each sip of the drink.
"So, how are you?" Arthit asked after his glass of whiskey was served.
Kongpob looked over at the male. "I'm fine. Things aren't the same but I'm getting there."
Arthit sighed, "It might be hard for you. Did you meet him again?"
Kongpob let out a half-hearted chuckle. Chunking down the glass of beer empty before ordering for another glass.
"We're co-workers. He's just a few cubicles away from mine. You can guess how awkward it is."
Arthit hissed at the thought, "That's bad."
"Very much," the latter shrugged his shoulders. "He's trying to show how perfect of a relationship he's having with his new lover in front of me. And well, I'm not at all bothered about it. I just feel disgusted."
Arthit placed a hand over the other's shoulder, caressing it. "It'll be fine. You're doing great Kongpob."
The younger nodded his head, "Thanks."
"Anytime."
"What about you? That day, you were drunk, I suppose there is a reason?" Kongpob didn't want to pry but he had been thinking about that night for a long time. And upon his judgements on the situation that took place, he had his curiosity too.
Arthit's face turned sour, he let out a sigh. Shaking his head at the bitter memory. He was over it but 5 years of relationship was something he couldn't completely forget upon.
"That day, I broke up with my girlfriend. She forgot our anniversary, which was on that day. Our relationship wasn't the same as it was at the beginning. There were a lot of loopholes in it. And well, we broke it off that day and I was heartbroken. I drunk more than I should that day. And well, I-I mistook you as her."
Kongpob's mouth formed an 'O' as he listened to the elder male. He nodded his head, understanding how the other felt.
"And," Arthit glanced at Kongpob. Turning on the chair to face him. His cheeks flushing red. "I'm sorry for that day, I-It was your first time I guess. I was harsh."
Kongpob cleared his throat, feeling the base of his neck turn hot. He gave a shy smile to the other, not meeting his eyes.
"That-That's fine, P'Arthit. I'm at fault too. You don't have to apologize."
"But still," Arthit felt guilty though, thinking about it after he saw Kongpob walk into the elevator that day he realised he might have ruined the latter's first time.
"Don't be, P'Arthit. I'm at least glad that I didn't give my first time to that bastard. Aren't I lucky for it to be with you?" Kongpob giggled at the thought. "Many are waiting for that chance, P'Arthit. I'm sure you're aware of the number of people behind you."
Arthit laughed, seeing Kongpob giggle and the way he said those words made him smile.
Soon they fell into deeper conversation. Ordering more drinks as they drowned in talking to eachother. Laughing and giggling with eachother, they felt light. Pouring out their heart to eachother, talking as if they had been companions for years.
They even manage to exchange their numbers in between, unknowingly. Giggling as they saved their number on each other's phones.
Things escalated quickly as none of them realised who leaned in first, capturing the other's lips as they shared the first kiss for the night. This time, both of them aware of the situation they're in, both of them aware of who they were kissing with.
Kongpob was still in a daze, the alcohol in his system not helping. He watched as Arthit pull away from the kiss and pay for both of their drinks despite Kongpob's protest. The next thing he knew was the elder taking him upstairs of the bar, in a spacious room, with a queen-sized bed.
The younger found himself moaning as Arthit crashed their lips together as soon as the door to the room was locked. His back against the wall as he wounded his arms around Arthit's neck, tilting his face to deepen the kiss.
His hands threaded into the silky hair of the elder as the other started to trail kisses over this cheek to his neck. Sucking onto the warm skin. Kongpob gasped and moaned, baring his neck for more access.
"Hmm..." Arthit moaned as he continued to suck onto the younger's neck, down to his collarbone. The soft skin under his lips warming up to his touches.
The two undressed themselves with hurried steps, Kongpob wounded his legs around the latter's waist as Arthit carried him. Their naked bodies caressing over eachother as their lips continued to move in a heated kiss.
Kongpob fell onto the mattress with a soft bounce, moving himself to the centre of the bed he watched Arthit hover over him. Kissing his toes, up to his thigh. Placing feather-light kisses on his inner thigh Kongpob felt himself arch his back, soft moans escaping his lips when the other sucked into the skin, sending tingles down him.
The elder made his way up, sucking onto the base of the other's neck now. His eyes fixed on the mole in his neck. He placed feather-light kisses over it, making the other groan in pleasure. His fingers slowly making their way onto the other's inviting nipples, playing with the buds as he continued to suck over the mole.
"Ah-Ah!" A loud moan escaped the younger's lips when his nipples were pinched and his neck was sucked in for a smooching kiss.
Arthit moved down, leaving the other's neck as he changed his focus to the latter's nipples. He sucked onto the dark pink buds, sensitive and soft under his licks. His other hand moved down and parted the other's legs.
Kongpob's hand gripped the elder's hair, his breathing heavy and soft sounds escaping his lips with Arthit sucking onto his tensed buds. Making him arch and push deeper into the soft mattress.
Arthit stroked his hard member, feeling the pre-cum leaking from the top. He coated his fingers with the thick liquid and proceeded to caress it over the entrance of the younger male.
He heard a loud moan from the other when he pushed in his two fingers in. His fingers started to move rhythmically, giving the latter the time to adjust. Somehow he wanted to make it right this time. Give the younger male the pleasure in the right way.
"Ah-P'Arthit-hmm," Kongpob arched his back, feeling the fingers inside him. Circling and pressing against the walls.
His movements gentle, nothing like the first time he felt the elder inside him. The thought sends tingles down him, making him shiver in anticipation.
The pace of the fingers increased and Kongpob found himself panting, his mouth agape and hands clutching onto the bedsheet.
The younger felt as if he was seeing the stars when Arthit's other hand started to stroke his hard member. He knew he would release in any second from now. The pleasure he felt from everything made him sensitive. It was his first time feeling such a strong sensation, sending tremors down him.
Arthit multitasking was sending the younger to another dimension. Feeling as if he was floating. His face flushed and breathing heavy. The other's movements on his shaft increased, sending a wave of pleasure over him.
"Ah, shit!" Kongpob moaned feeling all the pressure rush down to his member. Before he knew he released in the other's fast stroking movements. Letting out a pleasured sigh.
"There you go," Arthit smiled, moving up to take the other's lips in his.
Kongpob wounded his arms around the latter's shoulder, his fingers snaking into the slightly sweaty hair of the latter. Moaning into the kiss when the other stroked his slippery shaft.
Arthit used the other's release over his own hard shaft, stroking his member he aligned himself between the other's parted legs.
"Ready?" Arthit gave a sweet dimpled smile to the other and Kongpob found his heart pounding against his chest as he nodded.
The elder leaned down once again to kiss the latter, slowly and steadily entering his member into the other's warm entrance. Arthit moaned into the kiss feeling the walls clench his member.
"Relax Kong," a peck landed on the younger's lips making him unconsciously smile.
Arthit slowly started to thrust, his movements slow and steady yet driving both of them crazy.
"Ah, shit-" Kongpob gasped when their lips parted, feeling the hard flesh inside him, caressing his tight walls and making him shudder.
Arthit smiled, slowly starting to move in a faster pace as the younger's walls relaxed with his prior slow movements. The younger's moans filled his ears like a melody.
"Ah-yes-faster please," Kongpob arched his back, his plans on either side of Arthit's hip.
The mattress started to make small noises as Arthit thrusts deeper and faster. Panting and moaning loud the younger clawed onto the pillow above him.
The elder raised the other's legs and placed it over his shoulder, continuing to rock inside him. His hands over either side of the younger's chest. His fingers playing with the nipples. Sweet little cries escaping the younger's lips as he felt the elder thrust into his prostrate.
"Oh fuck!" Arthit groaned in pleasure, closing his as he felt close to his release. Slamming pleasurably into the warm cavern. Gripping tight on the younger's waist.
The mattress creaked louder as their moans increased, voice stuttering as the pleasure overcame their senses. Kongpob opened his eyes, watching Arthit rocking inside him as he gaped. His lips parted as sounds escaped his lips.
He closed his eyes tight feeling the other's release fill his insides, giving warm tingles inside him. He let out a soft moan as the other continued to hit his sweet bundle of nerves. A squeak escaping his lips when the other stopped his movements and suddenly thrusted deeper.
Arthit panted, slowly softening his pace. Staring at the younger's figure beneath him, he unconsciously smiled. Pulling out of the younger he caressed the other's hair from his forehead.
"That was amazing," Arthit panted, lying beside Kongpob who chuckled.
"It was." The younger breathed heavily, a shy smile playing on his lips.
The two stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to each other's slow panting.
Arthit massaged his forehead. He just came out of a meeting with the head of the departments. He woke up early that day, not getting his precious amount of sleep because of the important meetings that lined up for him.
It was past 12 in the noon and Arthit just wanted to sleep. He let out a sigh, leaning on his chair as he closed his eyes.
"For god's sake!" Arthit let out a frustrated groan after a few minutes when his phone started to ring. Sitting straight, he angrily grabbed his phone from the desk. His eyes widened when he saw the caller ID.
He gulped. Feeling himself freeze in his spot. His thumb caressed over the name.
Kongpob
It's been three weeks since he last saw the latter. He feels guilty for leaving the younger male alone in the morning after that night. He was woken up from his slumber when his phone started to ring that day. He was surprised to see Kongpob clinging onto him, his own hands around the latter's waist.
When he found his phone from the bundle of clothes on the floor he was greeted with his father practically shouting at him. Asking where he was and that there's only half an hour left for their meeting with an important client.
Arthit apologized to his father and assured him that he would be arriving at the right time. When he hung up on the call he contemplated whether he should wake the man on the bed or not. He chose to not wake him.
He immediately got dressed and then wrote a note for the younger male. Apologising for not being there when he wakes up. He informed the younger that the latter didn't have to worry about other things as he had already paid for the room.
That was the last time he saw Kongpob. And he got busy afterwards that he forgot to make a call and apologize personally to him.
And now, seeing the latter's name on his phone he felt conflicting emotions inside him.
"Shit," he cursed when the call ended. He immediately tried to call the latter back but before he could press the call button the younger called him again. This time he took the call after it's first ring.
"Hello, P'Arthit? It's me, Kongpob." Arthit heard a soft voice from the other end and he unconsciously gulped.
"Yeah I understood, I have your number saved."
"Oh, right." Something about the younger's voice didn't sit right with him.
"Kongpob, are you ok? Is there something wrong?" Arthit asked, visibly stiffening when he heard the other's voice shaking.
"P- I-I"
Arthit pressed his lips together, "Relax Kong, tell me, are you ok?"
"P'Arthit I-I think we need to talk."
"What?" Arthit's eyebrows furrowed.
"We have to talk, P'Arthit."
"Arthit! I got it! I got it Arthit!" A female voice immediately responded making Arthit frown hearing a response that he didn't expect but smiled soon.
"What happened Nam? You seem soo excited," Arthit chuckled.
Namtan giggled in response, "My presentation got approved, Arthit! It got approved!"
"Really!? Oh my! Nam! I'm soo happy for you!" Arthit was genuinely happy to know about the success of his girlfriend. Hearing how excited she is as she kept on saying the same thing over and over again, made him chuckle.
"Oh, baby! I can finally move to the US office and work there! I'm soo excited!"
The smile on Arthit's lips dropped, his grip over the bouquet in his hold tightened. "Wait-What?"
"I'm going to the US, Arthit! I told you right?! If I get this project I'll be transferred to the US branch to complete this project! Maybe stay there permanently! This is going to be a milestone in my career! I can't be any happier!" Namtan giggled, feeling excited as she spoke.
"When are you going?" Arthit bit the inside of his cheek. Stopping himself from asking other questions that crossed his mind.
"Tomorrow morning at 6! I'm packing my things now." An excited reply was heard.
"What!? You can't go!" Arthit panicked, Namtan was leaving and he didn't expect this to be soo early. At least not today! He had planned things for her, after all, it is a special day for them today.
A minute of silence was between them before Arthit heard shufflings from the other end.
"What do you mean by I can't go? Arthit, this is my dream," Namtan's voice was cold this time and it dropped Arthit's heart.
The male cleared his throat, he placed the bouquet in his hand on the bed as he stood up to walk towards the balcony.
"Nam, I didn't mean that. I said you can't go soo soon, when will you return? We'll be separated for a long time."
Namtan scoffed at the other end and it didn't sit well with Arthit, "I don't care Arthit! I have to go!"
Arthit clenched his fingers into a fist, "Nam, I booked a dinner date and a hotel room for both of us today, we were going to celebrate. How can you ditch me like that?"
"Come on! It's not a big deal Arthit! We'll have a dinner date some other time! Maybe when you visit me in the US," Namtan chuckled.
Arthit gasped, his cheeks turning red as he realised that Namtan has forgotten, the day.
"Namtan, what day is today?"
His girlfriend frowned at the other end, "It's Wednesday?"
"What's the speciality of today?" Arthit clutched onto the rail, staring at the evening sky.
"What the heck is wrong with- Oh my! Arthit! I didn't know! I-I forgot! I'm so sorry-"
"Enough Namtan," Arthit let out a puff of air.
"Baby I'm really-"
"How could you forget our anniversary Namtan!? I arranged all of this with your knowledge! Yet you have the audacity to say that we can change the schedule! Really Namtan!?" Arthit felt himself losing control over his emotions.
He had been a subject to Namtan's constant 'forgetfulness' as she claims for an year already. He hadn't said anything about it, thinking the latter was just busy and that she was just trying to work hard for her promotion. But never did he imagine that Namtan would forget their anniversary. It happened last year but he gave in to his girlfriend's apology, things weren't as dense as it was today back then. He was constantly noticing how Namtan was putting their relationship at the back of her mind as if it wasn't important.
"Arthit, I'm really sorry! I said sorry right!? Can't you understand!?" Namtan was fuming, her celebration mood going down the hill as she slammed the suitcase close, feeling angry at how her boyfriend was reacting.
Arthit closed his eyes, he was getting dizzy with the number of thoughts that was running through his mind, he stepped back from the rails as he sat on the couch at the balcony of the room he had arranged for their anniversary.
"Namtan, is your work important than our relationship? Soo important that you forgot our anniversary for two years straight?"
He heard a gasp from the other end and Arthit wanted to believe that they were fine and this was just another challenge in their relationship but who was he fooling?
Namtan sighed, "Arthit, I told you already. This is important for me, I have been working for this! And I don't care if I hurt you or not on the way up my dream."
Arthit clenched his fist, his face flushed with anger, his eyes glaring at the evening sky.
"Really-Really great of you Namtan, for saying that. After five years..."Arthit scoffed.
"I want you to answer a question, Namtan," Arthit took a deep breath, hearing the batted breath of his lover from the other side.
He wasn't cutting down Namtan's dreams, he always stayed for her, gave her all the support she needed. But now, this was another perspective of things.
"I want you to choose, it's either me or your work at US."
Namtan gasped, "You can't do that!"
"Sure I can! I'm tired of this Namtan! I'm tired of you putting me as your final option! I'm tired of acting like we aren't falling apart! When did you become so power-hungry, Namtan!? Didn't I give you everything that you asked, didn't I love you enough? Were these five years just a drama for you!? You're pushing me away! Tell me, did you find someone else?! Someone who can replace me!?"
The other end was silent, all he can hear is Namtan's rhythmic breathing. As if he didn't pour out his insecurities in front of her and practically asked her if she was cheating on him.
"Namtan what-"
"I can't do this anymore Arthit."
The man stiffened, his eyes wide and lips parted as he heard the emotionless voice of his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend.
"Maybe you're right but I don't think you have the right to know about my life. I'm getting tired too Arthit, you're the acting CEO of your family business now, you won't ever understand me."
"Namtan! This is not about my status or yours! It's about our love! Did I ever, ever looked down on you-"
"Arthit enough! I'm done with this! I have an early flight tomorrow and I don't have time to waste talking to you. It's over, I'm breaking up with you if that's what you want to hear."
Arthit let out a teary chuckle, "How could you-Soo easily, how could you?"
"Just so you know Namtan, I was going to propose you today," Arthit let out a laugh when he heard Namtan gasp.
"Arthit-"
"I guess that won't be necessary now, I arranged everything. And now it's all a waste. But guess this was good, we know where we stand now. Goodbye, Namtan. I wish I never see you again!"
Arthit hung up the call before he let Namtan say anything. He deleted her number. Blocked her contact. He doesn't want anything to do with her anymore but that didn't stop him from feeling the ache that spread across his chest.
"Fucking hell! I hate you Namtan!" Arthit took out the velvet box from his pocket and threw it off from the balcony. He was a fool to not see where this was going to, Namtan never cared, it was always him. And the realisation made him scream out in anger.
Arthit stood up and marched inside, threw away the blazer he wore and the bouquet of roses over the floor. Letting out an angry scream he ran his hands over his hair, messing up the perfectly gelled hair.
He marched out of the room next, leaving the door unlocked. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to forget this moment. Forget Namtan.
"P'Mark, I don't feel good."
Mark stared down at his boyfriend who was massaging his forehead, he rolled his eyes.
"Really Kongpob?! You have to feel ill right now!?"
Kongpob looked up, his eyesight becoming blurry with the headache he was getting. "I-I think it's fatigue, I worked all night -"
"Save the explanation for yourself," Mark pulled away from his hold over the younger's waist, groaning irritatedly at his lover who stared at him with hurt filling his features.
Kongpob immediately caught the other's hand, his eyes pleading to the elder."P'Mark, I'm sorry! Just give me an hour to rest, we can continue-"
"No!" Mark yanked his hand away. "You always do this! Push me away when we're about to have sex! Really Kongpob!? How much longer should I wait for you to adjust with it!?"
Kongpob wanted to explain, but he wasn't in the position to do so. He just needs some time to rest, the headache was too much and he felt that he would throw up whatever he ate for lunch.
"P, listen to me...I really want to do it now but I don't feel well-" Kongpob gaped as Mark marched out of the room. Shutting the door with a loud bang.
Kongpob pushed himself away from the wall, staggering forward he climbed up the bed in the room. He let out a content sigh when his head hit the pillow.
He wanted to sleep, but Mark's reactions were still in his mind. It was hurting him. He knows he's being unfair to his boyfriend, but it's just who he's, he has his fears too but the latter doesn't seem to understand. The Mark he's seeing now isn't the same person he fell in love with an year ago.
Kongpob closed his eyes tight, not even trying to wipe the tears that stained his cheeks as he tried to sleep.
It hurts him more knowing Mark didn't understand that he was in this situation because of the latter himself. It had been soo long since they had time for themselves and things were not going the right way between them so Kongpob put forward an idea of taking three days off from work and spending it at a hotel. Enjoying each other's presence.
But for that Kongpob had to work hard, he had to clear up his work for three days so that his department head won't eat him up with his lack of professionalism. And not to mention he had to help Mark too, who worked in the same department as his, they were co-workers before they became boyfriends. He could say that Mark is a really lazy guy, most of the time he uses Kongpob to get his work done. But Kongpob never protested, he was his boyfriend after all and he didn't want to fight. This was his first relationship.
So Kongpob took extra hours to clear up Mark's work too, along with his own for the upcoming days they will be requesting for a leave. And Kongpob didn't get an ounce of sleep for two days, along with that he had to pack both their bags last night too. He did get some sleep when Mark drove them to the hotel but it was hard to take proper rest with Mark increasing the voice of the radio inside the car while he was trying to sleep.
And finally, when they got to have lunch and check in to their rooms, Kongpob was exhausted. He just wanted to sleep to get rid of his headache and Mark had other plans.
When Kongpob came out of the shower, ready to get some sleep after taking his medicine. Wishing he could cuddle in his lover's embrace, Mark had to pin him on the wall and kiss him, with other ideas as he slipped his hands under his shirt.
Kongpob wanted to do this. He had came prepared for it this time, he had planned everything, to give himself to his lover of over a year. Finally taking that step. But, would you blame him for telling his lover that he had a throbbing headache and feeling like he would faint any moment?
He didn't want to disappoint or ruin the moment if he faints in between their make-out session and leaves it halfway done. It was his first time after all, he wanted it to be with both of them well aware of what they were doing.
Kongpob doesn't know what he should do to make Mark understand. He doesn't want to lose the latter either. In his mind, the first image of his boyfriend is of the one who always gives him his favourite iced coffee to cheer him up, giving playful pecks on his lips. Those were the moments he treasured.
Kongpob opened his eyes, blinking his eyes softly as he regained his consciousness. His hand involuntarily caressed on the spot beside him, finding the other end cold.
He blinked once again, the headache was still there and he was feeling tired. But looking outside the glass door of the balcony he could see that it was already dark. He knew it's getting late.
He slowly sat up, groaning when his head ached, he looked around the room.
"P'Mark?"
Kongpob sighed, he got out of the bed and checked the bathroom to find it empty. He gulped, why didn't his boyfriend return yet?
The latter usually comes back to him within half an hour when they argue or when the elder marches out. This was unusual and it worried Kongpob. A fear of something happening to his lover clouding his mind.
So he did the next thing he could. Even with the headache he almost ran out of the room, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. He was feeling warm from the slight fever he got but he didn't mind it at the moment.
He doesn't know where he should be looking so he went down to the lobby, enquired the staffs there if he saw his boyfriend after showing him his photo on his phone and the replies he got didn't help him.
Dejected he decided to go back to their room. He clutched onto the elevator's wall as he balanced himself from not falling.
"Shit!" Kongpob cursed when he started to feel dizzy.
He staggered to his feet as he walked out of the elevator, not realising he had pressed the wrong floor earlier.
Kongpob took a deep breath, mumbling to himself to get a hold until he reaches his room. But before he knew he fell on the carpeted floor, darkness swarming into his eyes.
And the next thing Kongpob knew was someone patting on his cheeks but he didn't feel like opening his eyes. He was too tired.
"Sir? Wake up please, sir?" One of the hotel staffs tried to wake the latter up.
The staff found the latter unconscious over the carpeted floor when he came in for room service called by one of the customers. He panicked but he remembered the latter as the person who enquired about his lover at the hotel lobby. He was there at the time.
And he remembered his room number. But he isn't sure if it's 606 or 609, as he had inquired about it during the time the latter had shown him his room card when he was in the lobby.
The staff sighed as he slowly pulled the latter up, if the latter was on this floor then it might be room no 606. The other numbered room was upstairs, just a floor above. So he was pretty confident about the latter's room number now. So he did what he could, placing the latter's hand over his shoulder he slowly helped him to his room, which was unfortunately at the end of the corridor.
The staff let out a sigh when he found that the door of the room was unlocked. He was sure now that it was the latter's room, who would leave their room door open if not for the hurry? And the latter looked tensed when he was down at the lobby.
The staff sighed when he saw the condition of the room after he turned on the dim lights inside, hoping it would help the other to rest. There was a bouquet of flower over the floor, scattered as if it was torn down. And a blazer on the floor, it didn't look romantic. And he guesses the latter who he was currently helping to get on the bed fought with his lover.
"Gosh," the staff let out a sigh after placing the unconscious man over the bed, pulling the duvet over him.
He immediately walked out of the room, closing the door behind.
Arthit staggered a little as he walked, the alcohol he drank taking over his system. His eyes puffing red from all the crying, his cheeks flushed and lips trembling. He kept cursing his ex-lover as he walked towards his room, blaming her over and over again.
Standing in front of his room he groggily took out the key from his pocket, forgetting that he didn't lock his door. He pushed the key inside and jiggled on it, cursing under his breath when the key wasn't turning. He pushed the door in anger and it surprised him when he found the door was open.
He facepalmed realising he might have forgotten to lock them. Sniffling on his tears he walked inside, shutting the door behind with a loud thud.
Arthit gasped, blinking his eyes when he stared towards the bed. He straightened, his eyesight was getting slightly blurry with the alcohol in his system. After all, he drank for hours at the hotel bar, overcoming his capacity, so he wasn't surprised for feeling that way.
"N-Nam, is that you?" Arthit blinked. Somehow his mind said that it was Namtan who was on the bed. Knowing that only she knew about the room and is free enough to get inside and sleep on the bed, Arthit believed it was her.
Happiness blooming inside his drunk mind he rushed towards the bed. Maybe Namtan came to say sorry, maybe she still loves him. His brain forgetting all the hours of crying he had wasted.
"Baby!" Arthit climbed onto the bed and back hugged the latter. His senses were still dazed to notice the changes of the person he was holding in his arms.
Arthit slipped his hands into the latter's shirt, caressing over the soft waist as he turned the person around. He smashed their lips, his eyes closed and mind dazed as blurry images of his girlfriend formed in his head.
"Ah-ah," Arthit heard a moan escape the other's lips and the voice seemed soo soft yet different to his ears.
The latter climbed on top of the other as he deepened the kiss. Hearing soft moans from the other figure. The other's skin felt warm against his.
"P-P'Mark," a weak whisper left the other's lips when Arthit parted away, the other's eyes still closed.
Arthit hurriedly undressed himself, not hearing the sound that escaped the other's lips.
Kongpob tried to blink his eyes open. The fever was still there and he could feel the burn in his eyes and forehead but what distracted him was the hand that was roaming over his body, the hot trails that the fingers left of his bare skin. His clothes were long gone, he didn't recognize what was happening but his mind told him to stay quiet and to not ruin the moment.
His fever stated mind recognising the touches as his boyfriend's even though the caressing of the hands felt much softer and calmer than how his lover's touches usually felt.
A cold shiver left his body when he felt the other's hard member caressed against his inner thigh. He blinked his eyes open, his vision still blurry, the dimmed light of the room making it difficult for him to see.
"Ah-P-" Kongpob gasped, arching his back when he felt the sudden intrusion made inside him. A cry left his lips as he clutched onto the bedsheet.
"Oh baby- you're tight," Kongpob heard a slurry voice, he wasn't in the state to distinguish between his lover's voice and the person who was on top of him.
"You know I love you, please don't hurt me like that," the younger heard another sniffle. He cried again when the other thrusted into him, feeling the pleasure run down his system even though he felt his walls stretching.
Before Kongpob could open his mouth and ask what the latter was talking about, his lips were captured in an intoxicated kiss, he loved the way the other was moaning and sucking onto his lips so he wounded his arms around the other's shoulder, pulling him closer by his neck to deepen the kiss.
Arthit felt as if he was flying, the feeling of the other's lips were driving him crazy. The soft flesh felt like an addiction. A feeling he never felt in the past but he was too hazed to think about it. All he knew was that he was making love with his lover, kissing the addictive lips, trying to make things between them right.
The other's cries and moans as he rocked into him was making his member hard than it already was, inside the warm cavern. He moaned into the kiss feeling the other's fingers clawing on his shoulder.
Kongpob panted into the kiss, tasting the alcohol from the other's lips but he didn't mind it at the point. All he needed was the latter to continue making love to him, the pain he felt was overpowered by the pleasure he was feeling. He felt difficult to adjust at first but as seconds passed he found himself a moaning mess under the elder male.
Arthit thrust deeper and faster, unleashing all the emotions he had felt. His body and mind not recognising the changes around him. His lips moved from the other's lips to his neck, sucking onto the base of his collarbone. The other's moans and grunts pleasing his ears.
He gripped the other's legs and wrapped them around his hip, giving him more access to the other's sweet hole. He panted as he rocked into the other, his eyes closed as he savoured the foreign yet pleasuring sensation down him.
"Ah-ah," Arthit breathed heavily, feeling his release inside the other's entrance. He opened his eyes, the rush of pleasure made him feel dizzy, his vision blurry as he stared at the incoherent image in front of him.
He blinked his eyes as he pulled away from the warm hole, he heard a loud whimper from the person. Before he could move to the other side, he slumped onto the body beneath him. Mumbling unintelligible words he closed his eyes, feeling the soft surface underneath him. He snuggled into the other's neck, inhaling an unfamiliar scent. But he felt at peace, a sense of warmth spreading through him before he fell into his slumber.
Kongpob groaned, opening his eyes. Blinking when the sunlight hit his face. He felt better than before. The headache was gone but he felt tired. Really tired.
He panted, feeling a weight over him. An arm wrapped around his waist. The warmth made him smile. He vaguely remembered what happened last night and the feeling he got from it still lingering in him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his toes curled remembering the feeling of the soft caresses on his body.
He turned around softly, shutting his eyes tight when a whimper left his lips as pain shot up his spine from his lower back. Last night was rough, very different from what he imagined his first time to be like. But it was the best, he could say. It was with his lover after all.
The only regret that was in his mind was the fact that he wasn't in his proper state of mind. He hated his lover for that, he wished the other would at least wait for a day until he was fine. But he can't blame Mark, Kongpob had made him wait for long.
"Hmm..."
Kongpob's eyes shot open. His eyes widened when he heard an unfamiliar voice beside him. He looked up to meet the face of the latter that was hugging him tightly.
"Shit! Who the hell are you!?" Kongpob pushed the other from his body, not minding if the other was being hurt in the process with his strong push over the shoulder.
"What the fuck!?" The pale man groaned loudly, opening his eyes in a snap as he clutched onto his shoulder. The push was harsh and he was almost going to roll out of the bed.
Kongpob's lips trembled, pulling the duvet over his naked self as he pushed himself away from the stranger.
"Who the hell are you!?" Kongpob felt a lump forming in his throat.
The pale man gulped, registering his surrounding. He next glared at the man who stared at him with shaky eyes. Hiding his naked self from him.
"I should be the one asking you that!? Why are you in my room!?" Arthit shouted back, realisation hitting in square on the face. He gulped when vague memories of the previous night flashed into his mind.
Kongpob's eyes widened, finally registering that he wasn't in his room. He started to panic, tears started to roll down his cheeks realising he cheated on his lover.
"No-No, this is can't be happening," he mumbled, ignoring the throbbing pain in his back he got down the bed and immediately collected his clothes from the floor.
"Tell me! Who are you?! Why are you in my room!?" Arthit stood up on the other side, pulling his shirt and pants from the floor.
"I don't know ok! I don't know! This can't be happening," Kongpob felt as if he would break down any moment. Guilt washing over him.
Arthit was fuming, all doubts creeping inside his mind. He could only come to one conclusion and it made him see red.
"Are you one of those bastard's men!? Trying to get me into a scandal!?"
"Huh-What?! No! I'm not sent by anyone!" Kongpob immediately retorted back.
"Then how the fuck did you get inside my room!? You're definitely sent by my rival!" Arthit pointed a finger at the man.
This had happened to him a few times when his company's rivals plotted things against him but this was the first time something to this extend had happened.
Kongpob was losing it, his mind was filled with the thought of cheating Mark and here he had to explain to a stranger about something he doesn't even have a clue on.
"I don't know! For god's sake, I don't know! The last thing I knew was blacking out because I had a high fever! Then I was fucked in this room! In your bed! I thought you were my boyfriend!" Kongpob sobbed, not giving the stranger a chance to speak he ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open in the process.
Arthit was stunned, he stared blankly at the space the latter previously stood at. He blinked realising how messed up things were. He doesn't know what happened but he had to find if the stranger was telling him the truth or not. So he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the room.
He shouted for the latter to stop when he saw him climbing up the stairs at the end of the corridor.
"Fuck!" Arthit cursed under his breath, his head pounding with the hangover of getting drunk last night.
He followed the latter, there was thankfully no one at the corridors. He watched with furrowed eyebrows as the stranger banged on a door. Ringing the bell as he tried to open the locked room.
"P'Mark! Are you in there!?"
Arthit heard the other shout. He watched from a good distance as the other continued to ring the bell. He unconsciously bit his lips when the door was opened, and a man few inches taller than the latter he slept with stood in front of the door. Shirtless.
That's his boyfriend?
"Kongpob? Why are you here?" He heard the husky voice of the taller male.
So Kongpob was his name.
"What do you mean by why am here? P'Mark-"
"Who is there baby?"
Kongpob gasped, taking a step back. Arthit raised his eyebrows witnessing the scene and his mind told him that he had to intervene. He walked closer, standing behind Kongpob and he gasped seeing the scene in front of him. He glanced at Kongpob and he felt bad for the latter.
"W-who is this P'Mark?" Kongpob stuttered. Watching a stranger male, with messy hair, in a white robe hugging Mark from the side.
And that's when he noticed the red marks over his boyfriend's chest and neck, he could see red hickeys on the stranger's neck too. It made him gulp, realising what happened.
Kongpob noticed from the corner of his eyes that the man he had slept with came to stand behind him.
"It's as you see Kongpob, this is my new lover. Meet Ryan. He's much better than you." Mark smirked, pulling Ryan closer to him. His eyes trailed on the taller figure that stood behind Kongpob, staring blankly at them.
"Who are you?" Mark raised his eyes at the stranger.
"How could you do this Mark!? How could you!?" Kongpob shouted, feeling pathetic. Ignoring the question of the elder.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Ryan can give me more than you ever can Kongpob. This is the best for us. Let's break up."
Kongpob scoffed, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. "I don't need you to tell me where we stand now, Mark! Was it only sex you want from me!? You used me! For everything, made me your toy yet I loved you!"
"Do you know why I planned this vacation for us!?" Kongpob shouted.
"I planned to take the step with you, Mark! I finally had the confidence to do it! I was burning with fever when we arrived here because I overworked myself! Doing both mine and your work at the office so that we could take a few days leave! But you didn't understand! All that you wanted was sex!"
Mark's eyes widened at the latter's revelation. But he didn't feel guilty. He didn't want to continue this relationship anymore.
"Whatever you say Kongpob, it's over now. I don't want this pathetic relationship with you. You're too useless." Mark glared at the younger male.
Kongpob wiped his tears angrily, glaring back at the male more intensely.
"Fuck you, Mark! Do you know what happened to me after you left me alone in the room!? I came in search of you and somehow I ended up in a stranger's room! Here I was worried sick, feeling guilty that I cheated on you! But I no longer feel like that!" Kongpob slapped right across the man's face.
"Mark!" Ryan gasped as he held onto his new lover.
Kongpob pushed Mark and Ryan away from the entrance of the door. Mark gaped as he held onto his cheek, feeling the burning of the slap over his skin as he watched Kongpob take out his travel bag.
Kongpob turned around to face his ex-boyfriend, glaring at him. "You're a piece of shit Mark! I hate you!"
He marched away next, towards the elevator. Limping on his way.
Arthit glared at the two men gasping at Kongpob. He felt the need to throw a punch at him. Sure he and Kongpob did a mistake, both of them weren't in the right state of mind and there were still many questions to be answered. But he saw how Kongpob was trembling with guilt all the while he marched out of his room, up until he came in view with his ex-lover.
"Just so you know," Arthit's voice was filled with rage, getting Mark and Ryan's attention.
"It was amazing having sex with him. You missed a treasure there, you bastard."
Mark blinked, staring at the stranger who ran away in the direction Kongpob went. He let out a frustrated groan, kicking the door with his leg in anger.
"Kongpob?"
Arthit gulped, watching the man who shook as he cried, sitting on the stairs. Instead of using the elevator, Kongpob climbed down the stairs in anger and he broke down crying as soon as he ensured that Mark wasn't in his sight.
Arthit sighed, sitting beside the latter. "I'm sorry for judging you."
Kongpob shook his head, wiping his tears. "I-It's ok, I don't blame you."
Arthit bit his lips, he wanted to ask the latter if he was fine but he stopped himself when he saw Kongpob standing up.
"I-I've to go. I don't think I can stay here anymore." Kongpob glanced at the paler man. He doesn't even know his name yet and he isn't planning to ask about it either.
"Oh, I can give you a ride if you-"
"No thanks, I'll be fine. I'll take a cab home. Thank you for your concern." Kongpob gave a polite smile and it tugged Arthit's heart.
Arthit watched with a dejected face as Kongpob walked down, towards the elevator on the floor. The male gave a small smile to him before he got inside the elevator.
The latter sighed. He wished he got to know the latter in a different circumstance. He hopes that Kongpob will be fine.
And just like Arthit wished it to be, he met the male after a month. At a bar.
"Kongpob? Is that you?" Arthit unexpectedly smiled when the man who sat at the bar counter, on the high chair gulping his drink turned towards him.
The man was wearing a plain baggy grey shirt and black jeans. His hair falling over his forehead.
"Oh," Kongpob's eyes widened when he saw the man who took a seat beside him on the high chair. Giving him a dimpled smile, the latter was in a crisp blue blazer, with a white undershirt and blue jeans. His hair gelled to the side.
"Nice to meet you again," Arthit chuckled making Kongpob smile too.
"I'm glad to meet you too Khun Arthit," Kongpob smiled shyly, fidgeting on his place in the presence of the other.
"Oh, you know my name?" The latter asked surprised.
Kongpob let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his nape. "I-I came to know that you were the acting CEO of the Rojnapath group. I'm so sorry that I didn't recognize you back then!"
Arthit waved his hand, dismissing the apology. "Don't be. At least someone talked to me like a normal human being."
"And please, drop the formalities."
Kongpob let out a laugh nodding his head, "Not much of a great talk we had, P'Arthit."
Arthit blushed but nodded, letting out a chuckle. He turned towards the bartender when the latter asked him for his drink.
"A glass of whiskey please, neat." Arthit smiled.
"So, you're here for-" Kongpob dragged out, raising his eyebrows as he waited for the other to complete the sentence. Taking a sip of his beer.
"Came to see my friend after a meeting with my client. He owns this place."
Kongpob nodded, "Oh, I see. So you met him?"
"Yeah, I did. Was about to leave when I noticed you."
The tan guy hummed in reply. Both of them falling into a comfortable silence next.
Arthit eyed the other male, the way he sat on the high chair, sipping the glass of beer. Licking his lips as he took each sip of the drink.
"So, how are you?" Arthit asked after his glass of whiskey was served.
Kongpob looked over at the male. "I'm fine. Things aren't the same but I'm getting there."
Arthit sighed, "It might be hard for you. Did you meet him again?"
Kongpob let out a half-hearted chuckle. Chunking down the glass of beer empty before ordering for another glass.
"We're co-workers. He's just a few cubicles away from mine. You can guess how awkward it is."
Arthit hissed at the thought, "That's bad."
"Very much," the latter shrugged his shoulders. "He's trying to show how perfect of a relationship he's having with his new lover in front of me. And well, I'm not at all bothered about it. I just feel disgusted."
Arthit placed a hand over the other's shoulder, caressing it. "It'll be fine. You're doing great Kongpob."
The younger nodded his head, "Thanks."
"Anytime."
"What about you? That day, you were drunk, I suppose there is a reason?" Kongpob didn't want to pry but he had been thinking about that night for a long time. And upon his judgements on the situation that took place, he had his curiosity too.
Arthit's face turned sour, he let out a sigh. Shaking his head at the bitter memory. He was over it but 5 years of relationship was something he couldn't completely forget upon.
"That day, I broke up with my girlfriend. She forgot our anniversary, which was on that day. Our relationship wasn't the same as it was at the beginning. There were a lot of loopholes in it. And well, we broke it off that day and I was heartbroken. I drunk more than I should that day. And well, I-I mistook you as her."
Kongpob's mouth formed an 'O' as he listened to the elder male. He nodded his head, understanding how the other felt.
"And," Arthit glanced at Kongpob. Turning on the chair to face him. His cheeks flushing red. "I'm sorry for that day, I-It was your first time I guess. I was harsh."
Kongpob cleared his throat, feeling the base of his neck turn hot. He gave a shy smile to the other, not meeting his eyes.
"That-That's fine, P'Arthit. I'm at fault too. You don't have to apologize."
"But still," Arthit felt guilty though, thinking about it after he saw Kongpob walk into the elevator that day he realised he might have ruined the latter's first time.
"Don't be, P'Arthit. I'm at least glad that I didn't give my first time to that bastard. Aren't I lucky for it to be with you?" Kongpob giggled at the thought. "Many are waiting for that chance, P'Arthit. I'm sure you're aware of the number of people behind you."
Arthit laughed, seeing Kongpob giggle and the way he said those words made him smile.
Soon they fell into deeper conversation. Ordering more drinks as they drowned in talking to eachother. Laughing and giggling with eachother, they felt light. Pouring out their heart to eachother, talking as if they had been companions for years.
They even manage to exchange their numbers in between, unknowingly. Giggling as they saved their number on each other's phones.
Things escalated quickly as none of them realised who leaned in first, capturing the other's lips as they shared the first kiss for the night. This time, both of them aware of the situation they're in, both of them aware of who they were kissing with.
Kongpob was still in a daze, the alcohol in his system not helping. He watched as Arthit pull away from the kiss and pay for both of their drinks despite Kongpob's protest. The next thing he knew was the elder taking him upstairs of the bar, in a spacious room, with a queen-sized bed.
The younger found himself moaning as Arthit crashed their lips together as soon as the door to the room was locked. His back against the wall as he wounded his arms around Arthit's neck, tilting his face to deepen the kiss.
His hands threaded into the silky hair of the elder as the other started to trail kisses over this cheek to his neck. Sucking onto the warm skin. Kongpob gasped and moaned, baring his neck for more access.
"Hmm..." Arthit moaned as he continued to suck onto the younger's neck, down to his collarbone. The soft skin under his lips warming up to his touches.
The two undressed themselves with hurried steps, Kongpob wounded his legs around the latter's waist as Arthit carried him. Their naked bodies caressing over eachother as their lips continued to move in a heated kiss.
Kongpob fell onto the mattress with a soft bounce, moving himself to the centre of the bed he watched Arthit hover over him. Kissing his toes, up to his thigh. Placing feather-light kisses on his inner thigh Kongpob felt himself arch his back, soft moans escaping his lips when the other sucked into the skin, sending tingles down him.
The elder made his way up, sucking onto the base of the other's neck now. His eyes fixed on the mole in his neck. He placed feather-light kisses over it, making the other groan in pleasure. His fingers slowly making their way onto the other's inviting nipples, playing with the buds as he continued to suck over the mole.
"Ah-Ah!" A loud moan escaped the younger's lips when his nipples were pinched and his neck was sucked in for a smooching kiss.
Arthit moved down, leaving the other's neck as he changed his focus to the latter's nipples. He sucked onto the dark pink buds, sensitive and soft under his licks. His other hand moved down and parted the other's legs.
Kongpob's hand gripped the elder's hair, his breathing heavy and soft sounds escaping his lips with Arthit sucking onto his tensed buds. Making him arch and push deeper into the soft mattress.
Arthit stroked his hard member, feeling the pre-cum leaking from the top. He coated his fingers with the thick liquid and proceeded to caress it over the entrance of the younger male.
He heard a loud moan from the other when he pushed in his two fingers in. His fingers started to move rhythmically, giving the latter the time to adjust. Somehow he wanted to make it right this time. Give the younger male the pleasure in the right way.
"Ah-P'Arthit-hmm," Kongpob arched his back, feeling the fingers inside him. Circling and pressing against the walls.
His movements gentle, nothing like the first time he felt the elder inside him. The thought sends tingles down him, making him shiver in anticipation.
The pace of the fingers increased and Kongpob found himself panting, his mouth agape and hands clutching onto the bedsheet.
The younger felt as if he was seeing the stars when Arthit's other hand started to stroke his hard member. He knew he would release in any second from now. The pleasure he felt from everything made him sensitive. It was his first time feeling such a strong sensation, sending tremors down him.
Arthit multitasking was sending the younger to another dimension. Feeling as if he was floating. His face flushed and breathing heavy. The other's movements on his shaft increased, sending a wave of pleasure over him.
"Ah, shit!" Kongpob moaned feeling all the pressure rush down to his member. Before he knew he released in the other's fast stroking movements. Letting out a pleasured sigh.
"There you go," Arthit smiled, moving up to take the other's lips in his.
Kongpob wounded his arms around the latter's shoulder, his fingers snaking into the slightly sweaty hair of the latter. Moaning into the kiss when the other stroked his slippery shaft.
Arthit used the other's release over his own hard shaft, stroking his member he aligned himself between the other's parted legs.
"Ready?" Arthit gave a sweet dimpled smile to the other and Kongpob found his heart pounding against his chest as he nodded.
The elder leaned down once again to kiss the latter, slowly and steadily entering his member into the other's warm entrance. Arthit moaned into the kiss feeling the walls clench his member.
"Relax Kong," a peck landed on the younger's lips making him unconsciously smile.
Arthit slowly started to thrust, his movements slow and steady yet driving both of them crazy.
"Ah, shit-" Kongpob gasped when their lips parted, feeling the hard flesh inside him, caressing his tight walls and making him shudder.
Arthit smiled, slowly starting to move in a faster pace as the younger's walls relaxed with his prior slow movements. The younger's moans filled his ears like a melody.
"Ah-yes-faster please," Kongpob arched his back, his plans on either side of Arthit's hip.
The mattress started to make small noises as Arthit thrusts deeper and faster. Panting and moaning loud the younger clawed onto the pillow above him.
The elder raised the other's legs and placed it over his shoulder, continuing to rock inside him. His hands over either side of the younger's chest. His fingers playing with the nipples. Sweet little cries escaping the younger's lips as he felt the elder thrust into his prostrate.
"Oh fuck!" Arthit groaned in pleasure, closing his as he felt close to his release. Slamming pleasurably into the warm cavern. Gripping tight on the younger's waist.
The mattress creaked louder as their moans increased, voice stuttering as the pleasure overcame their senses. Kongpob opened his eyes, watching Arthit rocking inside him as he gaped. His lips parted as sounds escaped his lips.
He closed his eyes tight feeling the other's release fill his insides, giving warm tingles inside him. He let out a soft moan as the other continued to hit his sweet bundle of nerves. A squeak escaping his lips when the other stopped his movements and suddenly thrusted deeper.
Arthit panted, slowly softening his pace. Staring at the younger's figure beneath him, he unconsciously smiled. Pulling out of the younger he caressed the other's hair from his forehead.
"That was amazing," Arthit panted, lying beside Kongpob who chuckled.
"It was." The younger breathed heavily, a shy smile playing on his lips.
The two stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to each other's slow panting.
Arthit massaged his forehead. He just came out of a meeting with the head of the departments. He woke up early that day, not getting his precious amount of sleep because of the important meetings that lined up for him.
It was past 12 in the noon and Arthit just wanted to sleep. He let out a sigh, leaning on his chair as he closed his eyes.
"For god's sake!" Arthit let out a frustrated groan after a few minutes when his phone started to ring. Sitting straight, he angrily grabbed his phone from the desk. His eyes widened when he saw the caller ID.
He gulped. Feeling himself freeze in his spot. His thumb caressed over the name.
Kongpob
It's been three weeks since he last saw the latter. He feels guilty for leaving the younger male alone in the morning after that night. He was woken up from his slumber when his phone started to ring that day. He was surprised to see Kongpob clinging onto him, his own hands around the latter's waist.
When he found his phone from the bundle of clothes on the floor he was greeted with his father practically shouting at him. Asking where he was and that there's only half an hour left for their meeting with an important client.
Arthit apologized to his father and assured him that he would be arriving at the right time. When he hung up on the call he contemplated whether he should wake the man on the bed or not. He chose to not wake him.
He immediately got dressed and then wrote a note for the younger male. Apologising for not being there when he wakes up. He informed the younger that the latter didn't have to worry about other things as he had already paid for the room.
That was the last time he saw Kongpob. And he got busy afterwards that he forgot to make a call and apologize personally to him.
And now, seeing the latter's name on his phone he felt conflicting emotions inside him.
"Shit," he cursed when the call ended. He immediately tried to call the latter back but before he could press the call button the younger called him again. This time he took the call after it's first ring.
"Hello, P'Arthit? It's me, Kongpob." Arthit heard a soft voice from the other end and he unconsciously gulped.
"Yeah I understood, I have your number saved."
"Oh, right." Something about the younger's voice didn't sit right with him.
"Kongpob, are you ok? Is there something wrong?" Arthit asked, visibly stiffening when he heard the other's voice shaking.
"P- I-I"
Arthit pressed his lips together, "Relax Kong, tell me, are you ok?"
"P'Arthit I-I think we need to talk."
"What?" Arthit's eyebrows furrowed.
"We have to talk, P'Arthit."
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