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They, practically, spent the entire day apart. For the first time after the last six days between work and the first two days of the "family" trip with the whole team.
It was not uncommon that after so much information and events in common with the entire group, Peat became a little overwhelmed and chose to do something without the others, just to recover some of his own energy and have some silence.
It was also not uncommon for Fort to miss his Phi dearly at these times.
Peat had spent the day "in seclusion", in this case, secluded from the team and, consequently, Fort had spent the day away from Peat. Which left Thitipong in a slightly bad mood and a little distracted, even though he didn't lose the energy to play with the others.
It was different not having Peat around. And more times than necessary, Fort found himself looking around for his Phi or sending him some silly message, just to feel like he was a little bit closer.
Boss once told him that he thought it was very sweet, just as if he were a child. Back in the dorm, Peat had given it a much more fun and much less childish name.
So, when night finally began to fall and they were allowed to return to their rooms, Fort found himself on his way to his own room in a hurry. Wanting a bath, wanting a bed and, with luck, he would curl up like he deserved against Peat's warm body and have a much more comforting night's sleep than the day had been.
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The room was practically dark when Thitipong unlocked the door. A faint illumination of the cell phone screen coming from Peat's bed was the only thing that showed Wasuthorn was present and awake, but he didn't move a muscle the entire distance that Fort took from locking the bedroom door again and walking to found his own suitcase, turning on the lamp on his own side of the bed to provide light.
Fort glanced at Phi from the corner of his eye. Peat seemed focused on the phone, his white face glowing in the blue light, his eyes fixed on the screen, his red lips pressed into a cute pout.
Handsome. So handsome.
He didn't want to bother, not yet. It was enough, for now, to have Peat in the same room, at least to satisfy some of the feeling of missing him. As if a ball of anxiety fell apart inside the youngest's chest and a certain peace took over. Fort smiled at the sensation and returned his attention to his own suitcase, rummaging through it for a fresh pair of pajamas to sleep in.
Carefree and happy, Thitipong, by accident, missed Peat's gaze following him all the way to the bathroom.
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The shower was quick and soon Fort was emerging in smoke of the bath steam, a towel wrapped around his waist, a few remaining drops of water running down his dark skinned chest, until they disappeared into the waistband of the soft cloth. He had a slightly smaller towel in his other hand and was rubbing his dark strands, messing them up everywhere with the intention of drying them.
He stopped almost in the middle of the room, his face scrunching up in curiosity as he noticed two things as he looked around the room.
The first was that Peat was no longer in bed.
The second is that he was sitting on his haunches right in the middle of Fort's bed, his hands spread firmly on top of his thighs, his crystal eyes, illuminated by the light from the single lit lamp, glowing with something Fort knew all too well.
Lust.
- Phi, what are you doing? - the question was divinely ignored. Peat just smiled, his voice seeming to have been lost in many thoughts. He reached out and called the younger one with his fingertips.
Fort did not do so if asked. The hand towel being abandoned on the floor anyway.
He was stopped at the edge of the bed by Wasuthorn's hands. Warm and soft hands ran all over Thitipong's firm body, bringing a shiver to Fort's lips as short nails scratched there.
- Phi...
- Did you miss me today? - Peat was on his knees, his hot breath tickling Thitipong's stomach. Causing a pleasant heat that slid down until it stuck to the dick. Fort bit his lip holding back an embarrassing sound and just shook his head emphatically. Peat kissed there, right on the stomach, a smacking, wet kiss - did you miss me today, Thippy?
His pale hands rested on the towel, his long and warm fingers playing with the soft cloth that already showed the blunt beginning of the younger man's erection. Thitipong sucked in air and closed his eyes a little, his body becoming tense when the hot tongue passed over the hot skin, collecting some droplets of water that were still dripping, stopping a finger above the navel, pressing a stronger kiss there.
Fuck.
Maybe it was just a wet dream, like one of the many that Fort had been having for almost two years. All starring Peat. Clearly, Thitipong convinced himself, he would probably wake up on the travel bus with a fucked-up erection to disguise and an embarrassing explanation to give if he had muttered his exclamation of pleasure too loudly. Of course...
The meaningless thought was interrupted by a new lick, the wet sensation passing through his firm body and having a response in his completely hard cock that was beginning to throb.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Fort - the name was breathed against his kissed skin and Fort finally looked down a little, seeing that Peat was practically lying on the bed now, low enough to kiss any part of his body from the waist down - I missed you - a sigh, a confession that Fort didn't always hear, but that, when it came, sounded in many places - I spent the whole day thinking about you. - a little lower, a kiss exactly under the navel, invading the lower abdomen.
The towel became an uncomfortable restraint and Thitipong groaned, both from the sensitivity of the cloth against his wet glans and from Peat's hot gaze. Fort couldn't help but stare at the half-open, saliva-glossy mouth. He wanted to kiss them, he wanted to be kissed by them, he wanted to destroy them with his dick, fucking Peat's throat so deep that it would leave him unable to speak decently for a few hours.
The light in the room coming on for good brought Fort back to reality and it was, damn, so good. He could see Peat completely now. The slightly transparent pajama shirt with the buttons completely open, the beautiful thighs showing. He lifted his gaze back to Peat's mouth, his upper teeth sunk into the red flesh of his lower lip.
It was on instinct, he moved, holding his beautiful chin, forcing his thumb into the other's mouth until it opened. He caressed the marked lip slowly, allowing himself to moan a little louder when Peat touched his tongue against the phalanx.
- Don't play with me like that, Phi. - Peat's hands went down from his waist and finally grabbed the waistband of the towel, his fingers brushing so close to where Fort was almost begging - Phi, please...
A gasp. He saw Peat smile around his thumb and then pull the towel out of the way without any gentleness, leaving him completely exposed. The excitement as evident as the precum dripping out, starting a mess.
Peat scratched his dark skinned thighs with his short nails and brought Fort a little closer to the edge of the bed, his expression concentrated as if he would like to have a very serious conversation.
From mouth to dick.
- P'Peat - the thumb is gone, but the lips open and thirsty, chase something bigger, better, tastier. Fort gasped and shook from top to bottom as Peat rolled the luscious glans deftly, sucking it like it was a pop lollipop - Fuck.
Instinctively, Thitipong's hands sought out the brown hair strands, his fingers sinking into the softness of Peat's hair, squeezing with the strength he knew Wasuthorn always required.
He was rewarded with Peat's moan, which vibrated throughout his erection all the way to his balls. The cavity was wet and warm, so receptive that Thitipong felt himself slightly leaving the ground each time the cock sank deeper and deeper into Peat's mouth.
It was so...
- Phi, your mouth is so... - he whimpered like an excited dog, gripping Peat's hair in his hands so hard that he had to be stopped by Wasu's hands firmly on his thighs. Fort sucked in a little air and loosened his grip and, again, was rewarded by having his cock descend deeper into Wasu's mouth. He shuddered feeling the head of his dick scrape the back of Peat's throat.
The sensation was unique, saliva dripped from the stretched corners of Peat's mouth, just as tears ran down the red cheeks that occasionally became concave with the force with which Peat sucked.
As if he were trying to suck gold from the tip of his dick.
Fort shuddered once again, moaning shamelessly now, using every damn ounce of his fractured sanity not to move his waist and fuck Peat's mouth too soon.
It was Wasuthorn's moment to delight. And he was. Just as if you had won the best candy of your life. Fort felt his balls tighten every time Peat moved away to kiss them or play with them with his tongue, moving up the lick from the base to the head, then sucking the tip and sinking in until he choked.
Maddening. Fucking maddening.
Peat pulled away and sucked in a heavy breath. Fort watched with shaky legs as he adjusted himself on the bed again, sitting under his legs. The front of the shorts was completely ruined, it was so wet.
Peat looked ruined. And, for a few seconds, Fort didn't quite know what to do. He would like to photograph that image. Peat with his hair messy - because his hands messed it up - his face completely red, his pupils dilated, his mouth swollen and red, his chin so wet with pre-cum and saliva that it dripped onto the open shirt on his chest. Skin glowing, as if every pore on his body was pleased to be doing this.
It was, in fact, something unique.
Something that he and only he could enjoy.
Fort owned Peat's excited expression and he would take that satisfaction to his grave if he were allowed.
- Thippy, fuck my mouth. Show me that you missed me as much as I missed you.
He was hoarse, the sound was broken and Fort felt his whole body tingle with those words.
Peat clasped his hands on his thighs and opened his mouth, his lips, inviting to be kissed, would now be put to great use.
Fort grabbed the back of Peat's head with a firm hand, squeezing just enough to get a good grip, his eager pelvis moving forward as he pulled Peat's head against his dick.
So he just complied, giving Peat what was asked of him. Hitting the glans against the older man's throat with desire, being sure there would be a bruise on his mouth in the morning. A mark he would kiss with all the pleasure in the world.
Saliva and pre-cum ran down his pale chin and with each thrust, Fort could see tears running down his increasingly red cheeks.
A scene straight out of the damn movie theater.
The tingling orgasm started at the fingertips and rose strongly to the ears, leaving a buzzing sound of excitement at the speed at which the blood flowed. Fort increased his attacks against the older man's mouth, desperate for release.
He refocused his vision on Peat and that was all it took for him to finally jump over the edge. His bright eyes inviting him to make a wonderful mess in that mouth.
Fort tightened the hair strands tighter, pressing Peat's nose against his lower abdomen, the glans rubbing against that deep and warm part his throat.
- Phi...
He came with Peat's name on the tip of his tongue, shaking from head to toe and finally relaxing his body, his vision blurred and his moans loud and sharp, feeling goosebumps of sensitivity, while the older man still worked on his erection, sucking every drop he could and swallowing as much as he could.
Fort gasped and came back to earth little by little, his mind blank, riding the intense orgasm. Peat released him with a wet and obscene "pop." Cum dripping from the corner of his red mouth and Fort felt like he could cum again if he had the strength, just by the sight of Peat collecting it with his thumb and cleaning his finger with his tongue. As if it were a sin to miss any drop of that sweet meal.
He couldn't resist, leaning down a little, pulling the older man by his hair again and putting their mouths together, ignoring any foreplay protocol, he let his tongue roam against Wasuthorn's, tasting his own taste, in the mouth of the one he liked most.
— I missed you, baby.
Fort whispered against Peat's mouth, sharing another kiss with the older man. Wasu was pliable in Thitipong's hands, his erection soaking through his thin shorts. Fort took advantage and pushed Peat against the bed, fitting his body into his, deepening the kiss more and more, stealing all the breath he could.
One of Fort's dark skinned hand fixed itself on the soft waist and the other traveled the delicate path of Peat's chest, breaking the buttons without any shame, until it reached the beautiful thigh. He squeezed firmly, making a moan that was muffled by the messy and excessively wet kiss. Peat had his eyes closed tightly, losing himself in so many ways against Fort's arms that the youngest could only feel proud of causing those reactions.
Fort reached the waistband of his shorts and deepened his fingers into Peat's erection, masturbating Wasuthorn firmly, sliding his thumb over the hot glans, spreading precum all over the length and making both of them even more messy. Peat started to move his waist along with him, whimpering without ever letting go of the kiss, looking for his own release in Fort's fingers.
— Cum for me, baby.
— Fort! Oh, fuck...
Peat's toes twitched and he slammed his mouth against Fort again, sucking on Thitipong's lower lip until he felt the iron taste on his tongue, the orgasm hitting him so intensely that his mind clouded.
-
They were still breathing heavily as they kissed under the warm shower, cleaning each other of the bodily fluids that stained their skin.
Despite all this, the shower was quick and Fort finally found himself clinging to Peat in his bed, as his own was still dirty.
Thitipong took hold of Peat's waist and pulled him against his chest, placing them both together, chest to chest. Peat's eyes were squinted and his body was soft and warm.
Beautiful like an angel.
— Don't stay away so long again, Phi! — He caressed Peat's nose with his own, in an Eskimo kiss. Wasuthorn smiled and snuggled in a little more.
— It was just one day, baby.
There was a playful bite to Peat's voice, and yet Fort could still feel the heat in the words. With a sigh of relief he leaned over and kissed Peat's forehead.
He liked having moments like that. Where they were just missing each other's bodies after any day. It was a strange prospect of the future that he would think about later, if he had the opportunity.
But at the moment, he was just happy to have Peat in his arms. It was enough.