Storm Within and Without
Teeradon stood surveying Wittawin's room with barely concealed envy. The younger man had scored a better accommodation, though the wide window curtains were still the same thin, dingy white fabric. At least no harsh streetlights blazed directly through his windows like they did in Teeradon's room.
Wittawin had already spread blankets on the floor, complete with pillow and covers arranged with military precision. Teeradon pointed at the makeshift 'bed' the engineer had prepared, then glanced at the actual bed.
"You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor," Wittawin offered.
"How can I? I'm a man—I can sleep on the floor," Teeradon protested.
"I'm a man too," Wittawin shot back, his voice sharp. "Don't be such a pain about it."
So this is what Pamorn meant about having a sharp tongue that deserved a punch every day. But those red lips... they looked like they deserved to be kissed every day, long and thoroughly.
Teeradon shrugged, abandoning the argument before he got kicked out of the room.
Wittawin settled down to watch television, acting as if he were alone, though he kept stealing glances at Teeradon who remained standing motionless.
"Watching TV during a thunderstorm like this?" Teeradon chided.
"Don't act like you're my elder, Khun Teeradon. If I want to watch TV, that's my business."
Perfect. If you're just going to watch TV, when exactly are we going to get intimate, Wittawin?
Teeradon didn't respond. He walked toward the bathroom and began removing his shirt, followed by his pants. Suddenly, Wittawin's voice rang out sharply.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my clothes to shower," Teeradon replied, turning to face his interrogator with his hands gripping his pants that hung at knee level.
"Why aren't you undressing in the bathroom? There are towels in there," Wittawin commanded.
"I prefer undressing out here. Don't be such a prude. Just watch your TV and stop fussing over my body." Teeradon feigned irritation in his voice.
Wittawin rolled his eyes and turned back to the television, but Teeradon knew the computer engineer wasn't actually paying attention to the screen.
Go ahead and pretend you don't want to look. But with a handsome body like mine, anyone would want to stare. Might as well give you a closer view.
"I don't have any clothes to wear," Teeradon's voice carried closer to where Wittawin sat cross-legged on the floor.
The engineer forgot himself and looked up, only to see Teeradon standing majestically in nothing but white underwear, hands on his hips, head tilted down with eyes gleaming seductively.
"Khun Teeradon," Wittawin's voice carried forced irritation as he scrambled to his feet, automatically stepping back.
"Yes, Wittawin?" Teeradon's voice turned silky smooth.
"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" Wittawin's face and voice both turned fierce.
"Who says so? Who would want to provoke you?" Teeradon denied with studied innocence, though his eyes sparkled mischievously, contradicting his words. "If I were trying to seduce you, that would be different."
"If you want to keep sleeping in this room, get fully dressed."
"I don't have clothes. I didn't wear boxers and an Ultraman t-shirt under my motorcycle gear like you did." Teeradon made his excuse.
"I'll go find you some clothes," Wittawin moved toward the door, but Teeradon caught his hand.
"Don't bother. I usually sleep naked anyway."
"Khun Teeradon—"
"Wittawin," Teeradon's voice softened, his eyes turning pleading. "Stop rejecting me. We've come this far—why are you still putting on this act with me? You know I love you."
"That doesn't mean you need to walk around in just underwear."
"You're right," Teeradon nodded in agreement and used his free hand to hook the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling it down. "I should be completely naked. We're in a private room—no need for clothes."
"Shameless."
"Acting like you've never seen me naked before," Teeradon raised an eyebrow.
"Indecent," Wittawin's voice was curt as he raised his hand to push against Teeradon's chest. The other man pretended to stagger backward but pulled Wittawin's hand with him.
"Khun Teeradon, let go, or you'll get—"
"Get what? What will you do? Hit me? Kick me? Go ahead, give it your best shot. It's not enough that you've wounded my heart—you can hurt my body too. I'll take it." Teeradon sat on the edge of the bed, looking up with wounded eyes.
"Don't talk like that, Khun Teeradon."
"Wittawin, if I didn't love you sincerely and seriously, I wouldn't have waited for you this long. If this were a woman's pregnancy, she'd be giving birth by now. Nine months, and you still won't soften toward me? How afraid are you of hurting Pirayu? He's probably already growing love with Baramee by now. I'm crazy about you, desperately in love. I'd take any beating, spend any amount of money, just to be with you. But I know you have a heart of stone—you won't soften for me one bit, won't love me even a little, won't pity me at all." Teeradon's voice broke as he wrapped his arms around Wittawin's waist, pressing his face against the young man's hips.
This is the move to make. If the hard approach doesn't work, try the soft one. Be completely submissive to Wittawin, act guilty. Someone this stubborn can't be conquered otherwise. Wittawin doesn't like anyone acting superior to him. Let me trust Pamorn's advice just this once. Please let it work.
"Who says that?" Wittawin murmured very softly.
"I'm sorry, Wittawin. I know I've done many wrong things, made you unhappy countless times. But I want you to know that everything I did was because I wanted to be with you. I love you."
How's that? My killer move. He's completely stunned. Wittawin has to give in to me now.
Let me add a little more.
"Even if you don't love me back, it's okay. Just being with you is enough for me."
"Are you being honest?"
"Of course," Teeradon put on a sad expression. "Please don't push me away. I just want to hold you properly once. Every time I can only sneak touches when you're not looking, I feel so pathetic. I never imagined that Teeradon, who always had admirers, would have to endure one-sided love like this."
"More like someone who used to be a player," Wittawin retorted, trying to shift away from Teeradon's increasingly tight embrace around his waist. Teeradon's cheek rubbing against his hip made his body feel feverish through the thin boxer fabric.
"I've been completely tamed, Wittawin. You could say that, and you'd be right. I used to be a player, but now I love only one person with my whole heart. I want to be serious about life, about love. I'm getting old. If I let this go on much longer, my heart might become so numb I'll forget how to love. Right now I'm reveling in the joy of discovering my own heart. Don't destroy me by crushing my heart and throwing it away." Teeradon pleaded.
"Enough, Khun Teeradon," Wittawin tried to restrain him, still attempting to escape as the other man turned to nuzzle his prominent nose against Wittawin's waist.
"I'm ready to die. Kill me, hurt me however you want—I'll accept it. If I die from loving you, from wanting to hold you, from wanting to kiss you, I'd die with my eyes closed in peace."
"You're getting a bit too dramatic," Wittawin pursed his lips, then had to gasp softly when he was pulled down onto Teeradon's lap.
The engineer startled when he collided with something hard, trying to balance himself, but Teeradon's strong arms held him firmly. At the same time, Teeradon buried his face in the crook of Wittawin's neck, his touch desperate and pleading, breathing heavily as if trying to hold back with all his strength.
"Wittawin, darling, don't torture me anymore," Teeradon's voice was hoarse and rough, trying to push Wittawin down onto the bed.
"Don't," Wittawin protested, trying to resist though he was close to surrendering to both Teeradon's touch and his own heart. He had to admit his feelings for Teeradon had grown many times stronger than before.
Otherwise, why would he have returned to this hotel?
"How can you forbid this, Wittawin? How can you forbid love? Better to kill me than to stop me from holding and kissing you." Teeradon parted his lips and did exactly what he said, pressing his burning mouth below Wittawin's clean ear and dragging his lips across the smooth skin down to his chin.
"Please don't," Wittawin's voice trembled.
"Please, Wittawin, let's stop hating me," Teeradon begged, his voice breaking as his emotions spiraled out of control.
"Who hates you?" Wittawin murmured, raising his hands to grip Teeradon's shoulders, intending to push him away, but his arms went weak and instead just rested on Teeradon's chest.
"But you don't love me either," Teeradon pressed his lips harder, his arms embracing the engineer's strong frame until they nearly became one.
"Who told you that?" Wittawin whispered, his voice shaking and fading into his throat, weakened by Teeradon's continuous caresses.
"Wittawin," Teeradon's voice was deep and husky, pushing Wittawin down onto the bed. "Be mine, Wittawin."
Wittawin shook his head, but Teeradon paid no attention. This was the first time he'd been able to touch the younger man beyond just holding hands or arms. Teeradon was breathing heavily, nearly losing control of his emotions, his hands wanting to tear off the young man's clothes so they could be skin to skin for an even deeper connection.
Teeradon tested the waters by slipping his hand under Wittawin's thin t-shirt, caressing the flat, firm, strong abdomen. Wittawin's skin was smooth and silky to the touch. The young engineer startled and gasped, grabbing the wrist of his molester, but Teeradon wouldn't stop, pushing his hand higher until it rested on Wittawin's firm chest, fingertips lightly teasing until the peaks hardened, his lower body pressing firmly against Wittawin's backside, which had driven him nearly mad with desire all along.
Outside the small roadside hotel, the rainstorm was raging violently. Inside the room was no different—a storm of love was building and surging because of the burning yet gentle touches of the two men.
Teeradon worked to arouse Wittawin until emotions ran wild. Two bodies embraced tightly. The air grew cold but the two strong frames were drenched in sweat, breathing heavily mixed with cries of ecstasy in their passion.
"Let me, Wittawin," Teeradon's voice was husky with desire.
"Mmm," Wittawin moaned, tilting his head back with eyes fluttering closed.
Teeradon grinned widely in satisfaction, then leaned down to whisper in Wittawin's ear before pretending to cry out in pain from getting lightly slapped on the cheek.
"I'll be gentle," Teeradon spoke tenderly before turning left and right looking for his pants. Spotting them in a pile by the bathroom, he rushed over to grab them and returned to the bed, pulling out his 'essential equipment.'
"Where did you get that?" Wittawin asked.
"Well..." Teeradon was embarrassed. How could he explain that he'd paid a hotel employee to go buy it while he was 'killing time' waiting for the rain to soak into his room?
"I just happened to have it with me."
"You planned this all along," Wittawin pursed his lips, giving him a knowing look.
"Isn't that good? Otherwise we'd waste the lotion," Teeradon smiled sweetly, eyes gleaming with desire.
"You're the most cunning person alive. No one's more cunning than you."
"Well, with such a stubborn and difficult boyfriend, I have to—"
"Who's your boyfriend?" Wittawin snapped.
"You are," Teeradon raised an eyebrow. "Or do you think this is just hit it and quit it?"
"Shameless."
"I told you I'm serious. I'm not just planning to have you and dump you," Teeradon looked earnest.
To prove my pure intentions, Wittawin, I won't use protection. We'll experience each other naturally and as intimately as possible.
But if necessary, I have some prepared.
"But that's what you used to think, right?"
"No," Teeradon shook his head. "Wittawin, I really love you. I want to be your boyfriend. Let's be together."
"Are you sure?" Wittawin narrowed his eyes.
"Of course. Otherwise, would I go this far?"
"Go this far? Do what?" Wittawin raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Well... endure waiting for so long," Teeradon realized he'd almost let something slip. "But don't torture me anymore, Wittawin."
"Do you know that being boyfriends isn't easy? There have to be many mutual agreements."
"Whatever you want," Teeradon nodded in acceptance. Right now he'd agree to anything. He'd even sign over his business and club if it meant having Wittawin.
"We'll discuss it later. For now, let's do this," Teeradon smiled broadly, eyes dancing with joy as he began nuzzling Wittawin's clean, smooth neck, which this time yielded and relaxed easily.
"If you ever cheat on me, I'll kill you with my bare hands," Wittawin spoke sternly.
"Sorry, Wittawin, but I won't let you become a murderer," Teeradon raised an eyebrow, leaning down to kiss the flushed cheek of the young man he loved with his whole heart.
"Do you love me, Wittawin? Do you love me at all? Even a little?" Teeradon pleaded, his hands and mouth never still, caressing Wittawin's body with complete infatuation. When he saw that his beloved wouldn't answer, he asked again and again until Wittawin finally nodded, and only then did Teeradon stop pestering him and begin their 'love operation.'
Finally, Teeradon achieved his wish after waiting so long he'd nearly lost hope. Throughout this time he'd been filled with anxiety, afraid he'd never get the chance. But now, at this moment, Wittawin lay in his arms, no longer able to escape him. And he no longer had to rack his brains being cunning and deceiving Wittawin. As for the agreements, conditions, rules, or protocols for being boyfriends—whatever they were called, he was ready to accept them all because he'd already fallen deeply in love with Wittawin.
However, as if heaven were playing tricks, or perhaps Wittawin was teasing—when the young engineer reached down to grasp Teeradon's hard masculinity and said something, it made the man who was rejoicing in his success cry out loudly:
"What? No way! No, Wittawin! Are you crazy?" Teeradon's eyes went wide as he shook his head frantically.
"It's this big—I can't handle it," Wittawin frowned, shaking his head with a troubled expression.
"What? Never before?" Teeradon furrowed his brow as well.
"I have, but not this size. I can't take it."
"Oh come on, don't do this to me, Wittawin. This is torture—leaving me hanging like this. Since you're already willing, go all the way," Teeradon moaned in anguish. "How can I do it from the outside?"
"Jerking and oral—that's enough. If you don't finish, I'll let you use my thighs. This is our first night. I can't give you more than this," Wittawin spoke matter-of-factly.
"So other nights..." Teeradon's voice was hopeful, trying to negotiate.
"Other nights are other nights. We'll discuss it then. But tonight, no," Wittawin's voice was firm, his face stern. "I'm afraid it'll hurt."
Fine, outside it is. But someone like Teeradon won't give up easily. Someday I'll get inside, and we'll do it without anything interfering with our pleasure.
Really cruel, Wittawin. But this kind of cruelty is exactly what I liked. Just wait and see—once I pamper him until pleasure overflows, he'll lazily beg for more. Then I will play hard to get, saying he'll just use fingers instead. Wittawin will have to love and be so infatuated with me that he can't live without me.
"Wittawin, use your mouth a little."
"I have a toothache."
"What's with you? This won't work, that won't work."
"I might change my mind, Khun Teeradon. Stop being pushy."
"Your tongue would be nice."
"Hmph," Wittawin made a sound in his throat, shaking his head slightly.
"Fine, I'll do it myself. So selfish—not reciprocating at all. This kind of thing should be give and take," Teeradon pretended to sigh before beginning to use his own mouth and tongue to pleasure Wittawin, who immediately startled and arched his back at the touch. Teeradon smiled inwardly and began to 'play' his love song with expert skill.
Mmm, looks like I won't have to 'wait' for another night after all. Tonight itself, he'll experience Wittawin 'deeply.'
Now that I've made him fall in love, Wittawin will have to be completely and perfectly mine...
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