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Bluetooth did not want to connect in any way.
Khaotung had already pointlessly and a little desperately poked at the Mercedes screen for a while until it occurred to him to also pat the pockets of his jeans, which finally led his thoughts to the picture of his lonely phone lying on First's couch.
"Fucking hell," he sighed sadly and got out of the car. Fortunately, the gate was still open, so he walked down the garden path and entered the code for the front door from memory. The sounds of cooking and First's muffled voice came from the kitchen. Khaotung went into the living room, picked up the phone with relief from the expected place, and went to the kitchen, deciding to quickly inform First of his return and say goodbye again.
Standing in the doorway, he inhaled the rich aroma of fried garlic and focused on First's conversation, who was standing with his back to him.
"Yeah, it was alright... Til four. But can I tell you something? Promise not to make fun of me."
It was probably a signal that Khaotung needed to finally make himself known, but curiosity got the better of him.
"He moaned into my ear during a scene, and it just hit me like a truck. You'd think after years you'd learn to keep your shit at bay, but like, I just couldn't." First's voice was relaxed, the spatula in his hands expertly turning the steak in the pan.
"Sometimes I think he's legit doing it on purpose because it's not like our voices were being recorded. I don't know."
Khaotung's ears flashed red, realizing who he was talking about, and he hurried to the front door, but at that moment he heard his name behind him. He turned back guiltily, staring at First.
"Wait. I'll call you back." First hung up and put the phone in his pocket.
Khaotung took his own out of his pocket to confirm his words. "Sorry I forgot my phone here." After thinking for a bit, he added, "and I'm not doing anything on purpose; it was an involuntary moan."
First grinned and leaned against the wall. "An involuntary moan?"
"You licked my chest!" Khaotang retorted. "Could've just kissed it, you know. Would've looked the same."
"So now it's my fault?" First was clearly amused by the situation.
"It's no one's fault," he pouted. "We both got a little too into it. I'm sure it's going to look great on screen though."
First just shrugged and made his way back into the kitchen. "Are you sure you won't stay for dinner? There's enough for two."
Still feeling guilty and awkward, Khaotung decided it wouldn't hurt to stay and obediently followed First.
Fortunately, the conversation did not return to its previous course during the entire dinner. They immediately switched to work, some pointless but funny gossip. It didn't continue either when they were choosing a movie, even though after a little fight, or when Khaotung lied down sprawled on the couch with his legs on First's lap. When he had already decided that everything was over, First chose a moment of silence on the screen to drop the question.
"Do you think others also get so into it?"
Khaotung shifted uncomfortably on the pillow. He didn't have to ask what he was talking about. "I'm sure they do. You can't act without actually feeling stuff a little."
First shrugged his shoulders again. "Sometimes I feel like I can't think professionally at all."
"Think professionally? Are you like into me?" Actually, Khaotung was joking when he said this, but First only raised his eyebrows in response, which made him sit up with his legs crossed. "Are you?!"
"I don't know, that's the point," whined First. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he spoke as lightly as if it were about the weather. "If it makes you feel better, just assume it's character bleed."
"You can't tell?"
First finally turned to face him. "Not really," he shook his head. "This is getting weird; just forget about it."
Khaotung bit his lip, deciding that he was not above using the turmoil in First's head to his advantage. "You should kiss me."
"What?" Now First completely forgot about the movie, turning to him with his whole torso.
"You know, like maybe it will help you figure it out," Khaotung tried to imitate his earlier carefree tone, as if his heart wasn't beating wildly in his chest.
First he wrinkled his nose prettily and ran his eyes over him in disbelief. "That seems like a bad idea."
"Who cares? We've done this before."
"It's work."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"I'm not drunk right now."
Khaotung rolled his eyes. Why was he so stubborn sometimes? "Just do it. I promise it's fine."
First he bit his cheek, but his eyes traitorously dropped to Khaotung's lips. In the end, he nodded and moved closer, placing his hand on his cheek.
Khaotung stopped breathing when soft lips gently touched his own. First immediately recoiled, looking at him helplessly.
"That's not a kiss?"
"I'm starting to think you just want me to make out with you."
"Okay, tell me then. Have you decided?"
First frowned, and Khaotung almost whined. He felt like sobbing and asking First to shove his tongue into his mouth and maybe his hand into his pants, but he also needed First to still stay confused if that's what gets him at least a little satisfaction.
"We're so fucked," First sighed eventually and closed the space between them again.
This time the kiss was deeper. Khaotung had to wrap his arms around First's neck to keep himself upright when a warm wet tongue licked across his lips and a hand slipped down his side to rest on his hip. An embarrassing moan escaped him again but was immediately swallowed by First, who seemed to get even more aroused by it.
Khaotung breathlessly shoved First's shoulders back and climbed on his lap.
"So?" What a stupid thing to say, but that was all his mind could supply at the moment. Why give him an opportunity to end this even if the bulge in First's pants clearly indicated he'd rather not? Khaotung already regretted separating their tongues.
"I think I still don't know," exhaled First.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We should continue."
Khaotung didn't have to be told twice. Diving back, he realized how this could never compare to the stuff they were doing for work. First was so eager, so unlike his in-character self, acting out of pure want and not driven by scripts and instructions. His hands wrapped around Khaotung's thighs, pulling him closer, and Khaotung moaned again, this time not trying to suppress it.
"I love it when you do it." The fingers dug into his legs possessively. "All the sounds you make."
Khaotung slipped his hands into First's hair to tilt his head and kissed him again. "Me or Bison?"
"I don't know." First's voice was wrecked.
"You don't know?" Khaotung shoved his hand in between their bodies and teasingly brushed against the band of First's boxers, who dropped his head onto the couch and shook it.
"Still no idea."
"Guess we have to do something else then." He slid to the floor.
First's eyes widened, and he covered Khaotung's fingers, tugging his pants down, with his own. "We can't."
Khaotung rubbed his cheek against First's inner thigh like a cat. "Raise your hips. Please?"
It seemed like First was docile enough to do anything Khaotung would tell him at that moment because despite fear in his eyes, he let him pull his pants down and wrap his hand around his throbbing cock.
Khaotung licked up from the base to the tip, lavishly spreading his saliva across First's shaft, sucked the head, pressing his tongue into the slit, and then relaxed his throat arrogantly, trying to take everything at once.
It was definitely a little too much, and he gagged around the thick cock. First's hand grabbed his hair, pushing him down into his crotch. "Moan a little more for me."
His hoarse voice already did the thing for him. Khaotung whined obediently, holding onto First's thighs. Hollowing his cheeks, he started bopping his head up and down a little quicker.
It was so lovely how hesitantly First guided him through it, how politely he tried to pull him up before coming all over his face, and how he, though spent and tired, wiped the cum from his cheek.
"And now?" Khaotung dropped his head on First's knee with a satisfied smile.
First made a contemplative face. "I think it's just your characters," he tried not to smile at his own stupid joke.
Khaotung bit his thigh in retaliation.