Will is not for you, Nate!

Nate

Touching him, providing pleasure and hearing his moans is something indescribable. I had never been with a guy before, so I feel different, but in an extremely happy way. "Come on bunny!", as soon as I ask, he lets out a desperate moan and watching him explode in pleasure was delicious. I watch every detail of my boyfriend, he breathes breathlessly, and opens a satisfied smile when his gaze meets mine, I smile back. I caress his face, he opens and closes his eyes, and then stares at me.

— Do you want me to do it on you?

— Are you tired?

— Don't worry about it! — he answers, and I hand him some paper to clean up the result of our games.

Will takes off his shirt, and I feel like Thirasak himself, itching to caress his chest while he cleans himself up. When his gaze meets mine, he smiles.

— What is it?

— Just... I've been observing how... You're... É... — my voice comes out a little shaky. Courage, Nate.

— Say what it is!

— How hot you are!

It is very rare, but I feel that he is surprised. He opens and closes his mouth, and then smiles, throws the paper on the floor, and moves desperately towards me, devouring my mouth as if he were eating something very tasty. He lets go of my lips and moves down to my neck, kissing and biting me lightly, and this time I am the one who lets out a few moans. Then he returns to my mouth, kissing it lightly and stops, gets up a little, grabs the hem of my shirt, and pulls it off, I help him remove it and throw it on the floor. Will kisses my neck again and passes his hand over my abdomen, slowly going up and caressing my breast. His hand slowly moves down again, giving me goosebumps, and finally reaches the inside of my shorts. He stops the kiss, looks at me lewdly, bites his lip, and unbuttons it. He quickly touches my cock on top of my panties and sticks it out.

Each touch of his hands is driving me crazy, my hands cling to the sheet, I close my eyes, my breathing is heavy, I feel the his mouth touches my ear, and he takes light bites that make me even more out of sorts.

— Do you like it like that, kitten? — I can't answer.

I pull his face, and place my mouth on his. My kiss is desperate, full of desire, my arms wrap around his back, squeezing him, and our tongues entwine. I let go of his mouth, and a desperate moan comes out of my throat as I feel his hot hand moving up and down even faster, and before I can let out another moan, I reach my limit, and the hot liquid runs out, ending the moment of pleasure.

[...]

I feel that I am in a state of intense lightness, hugging the guy who has just wrung out a few moans from me. I caress his hair, feel his heart beating against my chest.

— Did you like it, kitten? Did I do well?

— As long as it's with you, I want anything! — I say, and he turns his face toward me.

— Hey, that's my line! — she exclaims, and I smile.

— I know, but the feeling is the same!

— Did you really like it?

— Of course I liked it, Will! Now, I need a bath...

— I also need a bath... I think we can take a shower together! — he says, and kisses me lightly. I pull away, sit down on the bed, and then get up.

— What is it? Did I say something wrong?

— Ergh... No. I think it's better if everyone takes their own bath!

I look at him, and in his face I see disappointment. I walk to the bathroom and close the door.

Why the fuck did I say that?

To feel ashamed in front of him, after what we just experienced, is idiotic. What an idiot you are, Nate! I take off all my clothes, turn on the shower, and throw myself under the water for good. As the water runs down my body, giving me a relaxing sensation, I keep thinking about what I just did. I think Will might be thinking that I am sorry... You know what? I turn off the shower.

— Will Will... Help me, here! — I shout, until I hear the door open.

— What happened? — he asks, looking very worried, but when he realizes that I am without clothes, his gaze falls all over my body. I smile. He loves to tease me, and I like it when he teases me, but it's even better when I can do the same. — Ergh... Everything seems to be fine. Why did you call me?

— Come here!

He keeps looking at me. I notice that he swallows hard.

— Are you sure? — he asks, and I nod my head in agreement. This is the signal for him to glue his body to mine, and for me to devour his mouth with pleasure.

[...]

A few days have passed, after the declarations, besides the intense moments that we had in the living room, in my bedroom, and in the bathroom. I can say that our relationship has evolved a lot, and the confused ideas that I had in my mind no longer absorb me so much, however, we still haven't reached our final destination. I believe that we need to experience some stages in order to reach the apex, and I have been thinking about this for a while, ever since Will assured me that he didn't mind being active, passive or flexible.

We are working too much, and he usually sleeps at my house on the weekends, for him, I would sleep every day, and this has become a routine, I confess that I like it too much when he sleeps here, always hugging me. Being in love sometimes makes you a little stupid, and I believe I am like that, because Will told me he was having lunch with his mother, and I was a little lost without knowing what to do. I ended up calling Arthit and Oat, two of my best friends, to spend the afternoon here at home. Drinking, eating, playing Fifa and catching up. I guess I don't need to tell you that all my friends' conversation revolves around my success in the series, and what it is like to kiss a man, since they still think I am straight.

— Hey Nate, are you talking to your boyfriend? — asks Arthit as I check my cell phone messages. I look at him without understanding anything.

— What? What boyfriend?

— Wanchai, I mean, Will. — he speaks and laughs, together with Oat. I feel I must be red, for the discomfort is great in front of them.

— Leave our friend alone, Arthit! Will is not for you, Nate! — says Oat with a vibrant smile, touching my shoulder as I slowly sit down on the sofa.

— Why do you say that? — Arthit asks before me.

— Just look at him, the interviews I've seen the two of them together, while our friend here wears clothes and departmental items, Will wears expensive clothes and luxury accessories. He smells of wealth? — answers Oat, without even having met my boyfriend in person.

This makes me angry, I stare at him angrily.

— What nonsense you are saying! Will may wear expensive things, but he is not the typical playboy asshole that we usually find around.

— And why didn't he come to your house? Didn't you say you invited him?

— Of course I invited him, Oat! It's just that he had an important lunch with his mother, and he promised that as soon as he left he would come here...

After I explained Will's absence, they stopped asking for a brief moment, but then it started all over again, and I honestly start to get annoyed when he talks about my boyfriend as if he were something edible.

— I know this is your profession, but don't you feel anything when you touch him? Damn Nate, he's a delight... — says while we play.

This is very annoying, but I have to lie.

— No man, I don't feel anything!

— Is he single?

— What?

Before I can answer, Arthit intervenes.

— Damn it, stop it! Either you play, or you stop talking about the guy!

— Why don't you mind your own business, Arthit? I'm asking if Will is

single, not you! — Oat answers Arthit snidely. Ever since they arrived I have felt that there is something strange between them, I just haven't identified what it is.

— Since when do I care about your life, Oat? — he pauses the game, and faces the other.

— Maybe since that day? — Oat asks, and I feel Arthit's posture change completely, he turns pale. And as if nothing had happened, Oat changes the conversation, and goes back to the same subject. — Ah... So Nate, do you know if he's into boys?

What is Oat's deal? He keeps asking about my boyfriend all the time, as if he is interested, but at the same time he seems to want to annoy Arthit.

— I feel like I've missed something here, what happened between you two? — As soon as I ask, Arthit gets up, grabs his wallet and car key and walks towards the door. — Arthit, where are you going?

— I'm coming, it's my time! — he exclaims, and faces Oat, and his gaze seems lost, and at the same time angry. He opens the door before I can reach him. I stop in the middle of the room, and look at Oat.

— Are you going to say what happened here? Because the other one left, or rather, seems to have run away so as not to say anything!

— I have nothing to say...

— Nothing? Arthit left here a beast, and you say it was nothing?

— I'll tell you if you give me Will's phone number! That's all I need!

— Are you crazy? I'm not giving out Will's phone number!

— Why? What is the problem?

— It's no use! What do you want with him? — I ask angrily.

— You live with him, you have had the pleasure of kissing that mouth, and you can imagine what I want with him...

Do I deserve to hear this? My friend talking nonsense in the living room of my house, to my face, about my boyfriend?

I speak harshly.

— No, I can't imagine what you want with my... my friend!

— Oh, please! What do I want with your friend? It's very simple, I'm imagining now, that mouth sucking my cock!

— What? Take it back, now!

— Why? What are you going to do? — he asks, and then looks at the little table beside the sofa, and grins from ear to ear when he sees my phone.

He is faster, and before I can do anything, Oat grabs my phone, I throw myself on top of him on the couch to try to pick it up.

— Give me the phone, Oat!

— Anyone who comes to your house and sees you on top of me will think we're doing something! — he says debauchedly as I try to pick up the cell phone he is hiding behind his back.

— Give me that fucking thing, Oat! — I shout, and try to pull his hands away, but the wretched man has uncommon strength.

I hear the door open, and before I can reach for my cell phone, I hear familiar voices calling my name.

— Nate!