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Khem looked up from his cozy spot in the corner of the couch when he heard his front door unlocking. He looked to his left where Charn and Jet were snuggling beside him on the other end of the couch. Besides them, the only other person with a key to his apartment was, “P’Peem!”
Charn and Jet curiously peered over the back of the couch as the door was gently pushed open and their Master walked through the threshold. He carried a small duffle in one hand and was using his other hand to pull the key from the keyhole.
“P’Peem!” Khemjira excitedly shouted again. He was at the door in seconds, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Paran dropped his bag onto the floor and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, squeezing him tight. They hadn’t seen each other in months with his strenuous training and Khem’s busy class schedule. He was relieved to have Khem in his arms again.
He kissed the younger man’s neck and was about to pull away when felt the weight of two more pairs of arms wrap around him and Khem. “Por Kru!” Charn and Jet happily shouted into his ears. He hadn’t even noticed that they were there with Khem but he wasn’t surprised because the three of them were together frequently.
He made a noise of annoyance and everyone immediately broke up the group hug, but he did keep an arm around Khem’s waist.
“Por Kru what are you doing here?” Jet queried through a wide smile. It dropped when he felt his boyfriend elbow him in the side. “Obviously he’s here to see Khun Khem,” Charn answered as he adjusted his glasses. Jet frowned, “How do you know he’s not here to see all of us?” he argued. He felt offended that Paran wouldn’t want to see his very best and most favorite disciple.
“He’s not.” “I’m not,” Charn and Paran said simultaneously. Paran glared at the couple encroaching on his precious time with Khem. “Don’t you both have something else to do?” Por Kru asked his disciples a bit impatiently. He took a moment to slip off his shoes and leave them neatly on the shoe rack by the door.
Khem did his very best to hide his laughter behind his hand as Jet pouted cutely. “Come on Khun Jet, let’s give them some alone time. I’ll take you to an arcade to play,” Charn easily offered. He grabbed their bags from the bag hook on the back of the front door. Jet eagerly nodded and accepted his crossbody bag from his boyfriend. “Let’s go!” he said, dragging the bespectacled young man out the door behind him.
“Have fun!” Khem called to his two best friends before he shut the door and locked it.
Khem turned his attention to his boyfriend and smiled widely at him, “I can’t believe you’re here Phi,” he said happily. He reached down for the Shaman’s bag but Paran stopped him. “No, I’ll carry it,” he said, picking up his leather duffle, "Is it okay for me to put this in your room?”
Khem laughed and nodded, “Where else would you keep your stuff?” he queried. He grabbed his boyfriend’s free hand. Paran shrugged and replied, “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” Khem frowned and shook his head, “Why would you sleep on the couch?” he asked incredulously. He guided Paran towards the back of the apartment where his bedroom was located.
In the two years they had been together, this was Paran’s first time in Khem’s bedroom. Not because he hadn’t visited him, but because Khem had just moved into this apartment a few months ago and Paran hadn’t been around to see it yet. The only reason he had a key was because Khem mailed it to him in the hopes that he would come visit.
Paran looked around as he set his bag on the corner of Khem’s bed. It was a cute little room with a full-sized bed dead center. He smiled at the deep blue sheets on his boyfriend’s bed and the little stuffed black bear sitting between the pillows. There were mounted frames of Khem’s artwork on the walls and on his dresser were 3 photo frames. One was of Khem and his parents when he was a child; one was of Khem, Charn, and Jet; and the other was of Khem and Paran.
Khem’s protection amulet was placed delicately on the nightstand between a digital alarm clock and a scented candle.
They didn’t have many pictures together so Paran was surprised to see his face displayed. He did remember Khem brought a Polaroid camera with him the last time he visited the village. He unhooked his pricey sunglasses from the front of his shirt and placed them on the nightstand beside Khem’s amulet.
“Have you eaten yet, P’Peem?” Khem asked him as he sat down on the foot of the bed next to Paran’s bag. Paran sat down beside him with his back straight and close enough for their arms to touch. “I ate right before my flight,” he responded. Khem nodded and asked some follow-up questions,”Are you tired? Would you like to rest?”
Paran grinned at how nervous his boyfriend seemed. “I just want to be close to you,” he told the student, “What were you doing before I showed up?”
Khem turned his full gaze to his boyfriend, “I was watching a series with Jet and Charn,” he replied. Paran nodded his understanding, “We can do that,” he offered. Khem frowned in confusion, “Do you watch television P’Peem? The only modern technology I’ve ever seen in your house is that old radio,” he pointed out.
Paran’s grin widened as he scooted closer to Khem and rested his head on his shoulder. “I don’t have a TV now but it doesn’t mean I’ve never watched one. It’s really okay Khem, as long as I’m with you. I’ve missed you,” he told him. Khem could feel his cheeks warm. He quickly stood up and walked around the bed towards his bathroom.
“Well how about you shower first and then meet me in the living room?” he suggested as he flipped on the light switch for him.
Paran nodded his agreement as he moved to stand behind his boyfriend. “Okay,” he said before wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist, “Unless you want to shower with me?” He pressed his chest into Khem’s back and softly kissed Khemjira’s nape. His voice sounded hopeful.
Khem turned in his boyfriend’s arms and looked him up and down incredulously. “Don’t tell me you need help washing your back,” he said sarcastically with an eyebrow raise. Paran chuckled and bumped noses with Khem. “Back, front, and sides,” he coyly said, “It’s definitely a two-person job.”
Khem made a noise of objection. “Phi, I already showered,” he whined, pushing on the older man’s shoulders a bit, wanting to be released. Paran only hugged Khem tighter and tucked his face into his neck. He breathed in the art student’s scent, the familiar aroma hitting him like nostalgia.
“Please don’t make me let you go,” he begged.
“Aren’t you supposed to abstain from desire?” Khem asked, though he made no more moves to push his boyfriend away. Paran lifted his head and gazed into Khem’s soft dark brown eyes with his own smouldering honey-brown ones. He reached up to cradle Khem’s round cheek and easily said, “This desire is born from love.”
Khem felt his cheeks redden again. “When did you become such a sweet talker?” he bashfully asked and dropped the shaman’s intense gaze. Would he ever get used to Por Kru Paran being so affectionate?
Paran smiled and snuck a hand under the hem of the younger man’s t-shirt. Khem’s skin felt as soft as ever. “When I decided to give myself to you fully,” he answered back, “I have nothing left to hide.”
After a small pause, Paran lifted Khem’s chin and asked, “So will you help me shower, Khem?” Khemjira said nothing but nodded his consent. Even though his head was lifted his eyes were focused elsewhere. He felt so shy under Paran’s intensity. He freed himself from his boyfriend’s hold and entered the bathroom with Paran hot on his heels.
The bathroom was a small space of mint green tiles and white walls. It was just big enough to fit a toilet, shower, and sink. Khem reached inside his shower to flip the water on and adjusted the temperature. Paran waited by the door where Khem’s mirror caught his attention. Another polaroid was slotted in the corner of the mirror and in the photo was a picture of him sleeping.
When did Khem sneak a pic?
He pointed to the picture and turned curious eyes to his partner. Khem shot him an innocent smile and shrugged. “I’m not sure how you slept through that flash,” was all he had to say. “That’s an invasion of privacy you know,” Paran playfully said. “Excuse me? Privacy? You’re making me take a shower with you,” Khem shot back.
Paran laughed and took a moment to remove his accessories. His rosary, rings, bracelets, and watch were all placed neatly in the trinket tray on Khem’s bathroom counter.
He looked into the mirror and locked eyes with Khem who was now leaning against the glass shower door that was already beginning to fog up. Khem gazed at him through hooded eyes. “Phi, the shower is ready.” Whatever shyness Khem was feeling seemed to have faded away.
Paran walked the few paces to stand before Khem. He allowed him to untuck his expensive navy button down. Khem locked eyes with the elder again as he unbuttoned each button. Paran stood tall as Khem pushed the open shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Paran let the shirt fall at their feet and then kicked it to the other side of the bathroom.
He grabbed the hem of Khem’s gray t-shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. He took a moment to fix the younger man’s hair before reaching for the drawstring of Khem’s black pajama bottoms. Khem grabbed a hold of Paran’s black leather belt and loosened it, pulling it free from the belt loops of Paran’s relaxed tan pants.
Paran waited for Khem to unbutton and unzip his pants before he untied the drawstring between his fingers. Together they pulled down their pants, stepped out of them, and then kicked them away. To Paran’s surprise, Khem was not wearing underwear. He quickly pulled down his own boxers and kicked them into the pile of clothes they had created.
Khem pushed the shower door open, grabbed the shaman’s hand, and led him into the steamy stall. Paran had just enough time to close the shower door behind them before Khem gently pushed him under the steady spray of warm water. Paran let out a small gasp as the water quickly soaked him.
He pushed his hair out of his face and then yanked Khem under the small waterfall with him. Under the spray, the pair shared their first kiss of the night. Khem gripped his boyfriend’s shoulders tightly as he was kissed passionately. He moaned into the kiss. He missed kissing the shaman.
Khem reached above them to flip a switch on the shower head to turn the sprayer off. He then reached for the vanilla scented shower gel on the shelf and poured some into his hand. “Turn around, P’Peem,” Khem gently ordered as he lathered the gel between his palms. Paran obediently turned to face the tiled wall. Khem placed his soapy hands onto Paran’s back and began to rub the suds all over his shoulders.
“I’ve missed these tattoos,” Paran could hear Khem mumble as the student traced the shape of the serpent god tattooed on the center of his back. He could feel Khem rub from the tops of his shoulders all the way down to the small of his back. It felt good, but he wanted more. He wanted Khem to touch him more.
He swiftly turned to face his boyfriend. They locked eyes again and Khem could see the hunger in Paran’s eyes. Paran grabbed the soap bottle in one hand and grabbed Khem’s hand with his other one. He poured a dollop onto his palm and put the bottle back down. He grabbed Khem’s other hand and rubbed them together to get another nice lather going.
He held eye contact with Khem as he placed the younger man’s sudsy hands onto his chest. “We said the front too, Khem,” he told him huskily. Khem gulped but allowed Paran to run his hands up and down his strong chest. Paran closed his eyes and let out a moan as his grip on Khem’s wrists slackened and Khem took over. Khem massaged Paran’s pecs and dragged his hands down slowly over the shaman’s abs and then back up again. He felt more and more excited as Paran continued to moan.
Khem thought Paran’s pleasured face was so pretty.
Khem’s brows lifted in surprise when he felt Paran’s grip on his wrists tighten again. Paran gazed at Khem through desire-filled eyes as he dragged his soapy hands slowly down his chest and tummy again and placed them on top of his erection. “Can you help me wash here too?” he raspily requested. He was panting.
Paran could see the hesitation on Khem’s face. He knew the younger was still a bit shy about these things. “Put your hands on me, Khem,” the shaman urged. Khem shakily wrapped a slippery hand around Paran’s cock. Khem forgot how big he was. He almost couldn’t believe the way his hand filled up.
Paran’s head fell back as his eyes slid shut and he let out a low throaty moan. Khem slowly began to move his hand in a twisting motion around the hot appendage in his hands. Paran leaned back against the tiled wall behind him. He reached out and gripped the back of Khem’s neck and pulled the younger into a hot open-mouth kiss.
Khem’s eyes widened in surprise as Paran deepened the kiss. He could feel the shaman’s tongue glide over his top row of teeth before finding his tongue. With all the soap, Khem found it hard to grip Paran’s erection properly. He broke the kiss and reached up to flip the water back on.
Paran grabbed Khem’s waist and pulled the younger’s chest to his chest as he kissed him again. He danced them around clock-wise until Khem’s back was to the wall. Khem threw his arms over Paran’s shoulders and kissed him back as the waterfall drenched them both, rinsing away all the soap.
Paran tightened his grip on Khem’s waist and pulled the student impossibly closer and that’s when he felt something poke him. He knew what it was and he felt bad for neglecting his partner. He reached up and gave the shower head a nudge, pushing it away to douse the far wall instead of them.
He swiftly broke their embrace and turned Khem to face the wall. Khem looked over his shoulder at Paran in confusion. “P’Peem?” he started to ask but stopped when he felt Paran’s chest against his back.
Paran kissed Khem’s shoulder as he reached around and grabbed his cock in his strong hand. Khem’s head dropped against the tiled wall and he whimpered softly, but Paran could hear him. He smiled, rested his chin on Khem’s shoulder, and slowly began to stroke him.
Khem couldn’t help but buck into the shaman’s fist and he did his best to hold himself up. It had been far too long since he had been touched like this. His body missed his boyfriend. Paran bumped his nose against Khem’s cheek and murmured into his ear, “Is this okay, Khem?” “P’Peem…,” Khem whimpered as he bucked into Paran’s hand again, “Don’t stop.”
Paran held Khem’s waist tightly and began to stroke him faster.
Paran wrapped a hand around Khem’s arm and gently tugged it between them. He placed Khem’s hand back on his erection and said in his ear, “Touch me too.” Khem did his best to massage Paran’s cock with his hand wedged behind him. Paran didn’t seem to mind the younger’s now limited range of motion as he braced his free hand against the wall next to Khem’s head.
He thrust into Khem’s fist roughly and simultaneously yanked Khem’s erection harder. “Khem,” he panted against the student’s neck. They were both close to bursting, actually they were already there.
Khem moaned Paran’s name loudly as his climax hit him full force. Rope after rope of cum erupted from Khem’s tip and splashed over the wall in front of him. Paran was right behind him, spurting into Khem’s limp hand.
They both collapsed onto the tiled floor. Paran wound his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and held him as they both tried to catch their breath. Khem drooped back against Paran’s chest and held his slimy hand up. “P’Peem? How are we going to clean up?” he queried, “I’m sure the water is running cold by now.”
Paran’s head perked up, he forgot the shower was even on. He could feel droplets of water ricocheting off the wall and sprinkling across his skin. Khem was right, the water was cold. Paran reached for the center knob protruding from the wall above them, twisted it, and prayed it shut the shower off.
He heard the water turn off and mentally cheered.
Paran kissed Khem’s temple and then asked him, “Do you keep your towels in here?” He could feel Khem nod. “They’re on the shelf above the toilet,” he weakly said. Paran looked in the direction of the toilet and spotted the stack of dark green towels folded neatly on the shelf above it.
He unwrapped his arms from his boyfriend’s abdomen and stood on shaky legs. Khem leaned against the wall and waited patiently for his boyfriend to return. He heard the squeaky knobs at the sink faucet engage but he didn’t look up. He didn’t have the energy to.
Khem didn’t even realize he was drifting until he heard his boyfriend call his name. He opened his eyes and smiled at the shaman who had a fluffy towel secured around his waist. Paran sat down beside Khem again and grabbed his hand. He began to wipe Khem’s hand clean with a warm washcloth. “Luckily the water in the sink is still running warm water…though not for long.” he explained.
He folded the wet cloth over and quickly cleaned Khem’s private area. He stood up and tossed the soiled cloth onto their heap of discarded clothes before draping a big soft blue robe over Khem’s shoulders like a cape. Khem forgot he had a robe, it seemed post-nut-clarity would not be a thing for him tonight.
“Can you get up Khem?” he gently asked the younger man. Khem softly nodded and held his hands out for his boyfriend to take. Paran laughed as he grabbed Khem’s hands and gingerly pulled him to his feet. Khem allowed Paran to help him put his robe on properly and smiled when the elder took care to tie his sash. Khem giggled when Paran gave his cheek a sniff kiss. “P’Peemmmmm,” he adorably whined in protest, though he loved when Por Kru did that.
Paran took Khem’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. He sat down on the bottom corner of the bed and pulled Khem into his lap, swinging his legs over to one side. He wrapped his arms around Khem’s waist and hugged him. Khem draped his arms over Paran’s shoulders and hugged him back, resting his cheek on the shaman’s wet hair.
“I have really missed you Khem,” Paran tells him again. Khem smiled, though his boyfriend couldn’t see. “I’ve missed you too P’Peem,” he reciprocated, “A lot.” A silence fell between them as Paran began to rock them a bit. “How long are you staying with me?” Khem curiously queried. Paran looked up at Khem and said, “Four days.”
Khem frowned. He was disappointed his boyfriend couldn’t stay with him longer. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer Khem, but let’s take advantage of the time we have together,” Paran said, hugging his boyfriend tighter, “What do you want to do now? Maybe finish watching your series?”
Khem unhooked the shaman’s hands and stood up facing him. Paran saw a devilish grin glide across his boyfriend’s face. “I was thinking about round two,” Khem suggested. He planted his hands on Paran’s shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed before climbing on top of him. He pressed his chest into the elder’s and quickly pecked his lips. “Is that okay?” Khem asked him through that same devilish smile. Paran grinned back and flipped their positions. “Only if you’re up for it,” he agreed.
He untied the sash around Khem’s waist and opened his robe. “I think I’m up for it,” Khem coyly said. Paran’s eyes focused on the erection staring back at hi