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He’d recognised Pran’s voice immediately and it took a minute to identify who it was exactly he was speaking with, of course when he realised it was Pat it wasn’t that much of a surprise. It was a shock however when he heard Pran call Pat his boyfriend, he knew something was up, but just not that.

It all made sense, the way Pran always defended the engineer. He wasn’t mistaken that time he was sure he’d seen Pat at the architecture faculty, he’d almost convinced himself it was an illusion because he hated him so much and wanted any excuse to fight the bastard. Then there was a day ago when he saw Pran get into a car he was sure was the engineers.

Pat was always inserting himself in between him and Pran in such a way as to goad him on purpose and just when he thought he had Pran to himself he’d appear seemingly out of nowhere like a goddamn bloodhound scenting out his prey.

It annoyed him that this boy had wormed his way into Pran’s heart. It was like Pat had bewitched his best friend. That he’d kept his relationship secret from Wai of all people. They’d been friends for years and they could tell each other all sorts of embarrassing things that had happened to each other, laugh and support each other but Pran couldn’t tell him this one important detail.

He truly hated Pat and blamed him for Pran’s many lies over what must be months. He’d given his friend so many chances to tell the truth and he’d turned it around defensively like Wai was an idiot for even suggesting it.

But here was the proof in front of him, the declaration and the trust aimed at Pat not at his best friend since boarding school. No, he just got brushed off and treated like he didn’t matter, that he wasn’t worthy of the same damn element of trust if not more so considering their history. If this was what Pran thought of him then maybe he should act the part, maybe he should be the enemy and then Pran might feel an ounce of the hurt he was going through.

So he outed Pat and Pran to everyone by turning up the volume and dropping the curtain and at the time he felt justified for having been wronged, but that night alone in his dorm the guilt crept in under his blanket when he tried to sleep and tried to throttle him as he tossed and turned. He’d become the person he most feared, the worst version of himself, a picture perfect younger reflection of his own father and the complicated relationship that unfurled.

Days later and the regret still hadn’t allowed him to forgive Pran. He was wallowing and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. He was taking it further than was necessary, he still wanted Pran in his life, he just needed time to adjust. What on earth did Pran see in this guy? He could have cared less about Pran liking men, he knew that about his friend, he wasn’t ignorant he just never saw Pat as a threat, the one that would capture his heart.

Pat was like himself in too many ways and maybe that was the reason they grated on each other's nerves. Both were too hot headed for their own good, that placing them together in the same room was like mixing kerosene and petrol; it took very little for them to become combustible.

He wished for those days when they just fought all the time, their two departments. Things were irrevocably changed now because of their union, he needed an outlet for his rage even if he was destroying his longest friendship in the process because he was stubborn and ridiculous.

All Pat’s buddies were so understanding and the way they mocked him on Pran and Pat’s behalf caused him to dig in his heels even more tenaciously. Not only was he crushed by Pran’s mistrust but now he’d been so easily replaced on top of all that. He was practically inducted into the engineering club like a long lost brother. It was killing him knowing it was his fault but being too proud to remedy this. He was loath to share Pran with them, he just needed time to get used to the idea and it’d be all okay. It was just time he needed, nothing else.

He had to face Pat almost everyday not just during the run of the play but after during rugby practise as they were teammates. Rugby scholarship meant he had to stay focussed but his frustration and petty grudge was putting all that he’d worked for in jeopardy. Still, he persisted like an idiot, just seeing the lovebirds so openly together was enough to make him feel like a worthless no one. Once Pran would have watched their practises to show support for him but now it just looked like he came to have Pat paw all over him in public. Pran used to hate this behaviour, how many times had they moaned about PDA between couples making them cringe and squirm at how uncomfortably open these people were. Now Pran was allowing Pat to smooch and practically ‘feel him up’ in front of the whole darn school. He’d changed and Wai didn’t like it.

Pran hadn’t given up on him as yet, he still kept on apologising and trying to make it up to him which he appreciated but still he resisted the allure of vindication in lieu of more time. What would it take for him to go crawling back, was their relationship over.

What pissed him off even more is when Pat decided to be the bigger person after they both acted petty to one another on the field and refused to pass the ball. When it ended in Pat getting fed up with him and starting a shoving match and the coach asked for a time out. He told Wai that he’d get the coach to bench him so that he would not be distracted by their feud and he could play the game properly by winning. In the end Pat had to come back when a player was injured and he had to suck it up for the sake of the team. It didn’t mean they were friends though, it just meant he caved so that they could win and that's all.

His irritation had to be channelled out by other means and that was to provoke the wrong imbecile from the opposing team that had lost to them. This individual unfortunately ended up commiserating in the same bar that he worked in that same night. He even confronted him like a complete dolt and he had to rile him up also because that’s just how he rolled.

It hadn’t taken long to see he’d aggravated the wrong guy when he pulled a gun on him. They managed to be disturbed by a few drunk patrons before anything happened, but the guy was a fruitloop and kept at him inside the bar.

Dumbass that he was, Pat had to come to his rescue like the hero he never asked for. He tried to diffuse the situation in light of the weapon he knew this idiot was carrying, but Pat when he had a full head of steam was virtually impossible to get through too. It took him and Korn dragging him away to separate them.

Then the unthinkable happened, the moron went after Pat outside on the street and Pat’s buddies and this guy's friends ended up brawling. The loser tussled with Pat and they fought over the gun and it went off, hitting Pat in the thigh. If only he’d warned them that there was a gun. It could easily have been a tragedy and he would have had a hand in Pat’s death.

As much as he disliked the engineer, he didn’t wish for his demise. Pran would never forgive him then.

Because Pat and the guy had fought over the gun, Pat’s fingerprints were all over the weapon and the police were going to charge him if he couldn’t prove it wasn’t his. Wai had even given a statement saying that Pat had been protecting him but with the evidence stacked against Pat and the idiot in the wind it didn’t look good.

It wasn’t till he was at work that he was reminded of his own encounter with the guy. Incredibly CCTV caught the entire altercation and he was able to send the video link to Pran to save his boyfriend from being charged. It briefly went through his mind not to send it, he could have pretended he saw nothing as there were no witnesses, but that wasn’t him, he’d never stoop that low. It would have meant Pat would be out of his life and Pran would be back at his side where he belonged except the guilt would have eaten him alive.

So he’d made up with Pran and Pat and his friends were now on fairly good terms, it was shaky but slowly improving. It would just take more time for him to fully accept the engineering foursome into the fold.

Hmmm… Korn was another dilemma entirely on his own.

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He’d given in to all those suppressed feelings he’d kept hidden for a long time and finally kissed Pat on that rooftop. It had been earth shattering for a brief shining moment, before the reality of how impossible they were, bled through and he was left even more dejected then when Pat had admitted to liking Ink.

Pat kissed him first, but it was him that ran with it, not that Pat hadn’t kissed him back but. did he still like Ink also, was he confused or was this just a product of a drunk Pat acting out. He had no idea how to translate what had just happened.

Was it all his doing, had he imagined Pat’s confession as no more than an illusion cooked up in his lonely brain to give him permission to do something he’d only ever dreamed of doing in the past.

Or was he just over thinking all of it?

It was just a kiss for goodness sake!

Wasn’t it?

He’d run away not knowing how to begin to understand what it all meant, but knowing he’d smashed through that invisible line between friends that should never be crossed. Lying on his bed he found his mind wandered over every detail of their kiss in all its multifaceted glory.

He touched his lips, he felt so light and airy and flustered at the same time. It made everything so much more complicated.

Then there was the knocking

A lot of knocking and there was only one person it could be.

He couldn’t let him in, not now, not yet.

If he had, they would have tumbled onto his bed and there would be no going back to whatever it was they were before.

Damn it though he wanted so much more.

He ignored the call, the siren call in lieu of protecting his heart.

Hours turned into days and he still avoided any contact with Pat. Not addressing it meant he could remain suspended in a time when nothing had changed. The only problem with pretending things didn’t happen, the other party involved also had to play along and well, Pat was not about to comply with his silent demands.

He knew full well he was being the stubborn childish one refusing to face Pat. Not sure if he just wanted to pretend nothing had happened between them because he didn’t want to confront what came next or if he was scared of Pat telling him it was all a mistake and he looking like a fool for falling for it.

At least not knowing either way meant he could make believe that nothing had changed whatsoever. Except it had.

He even gave his guitar to Wai to look after. Not because of the reasons he gave his best friend, that his mother would be displeased if she found out he still possessed it. No, it was purely an extension of Pat and a reminder to what he was throwing away by not talking it out with him.

Out of sight, out of mind, or so he hoped.

Was he waiting till Pat gave up and asked out Ink or for the memories of what happened on the rooftop to fade into the background.

As if that could ever eventuate.

Pran felt he was just someone balanced on the peripheral, always forced to look but never getting to touch what he really desired. Like a child with its nose pressed to the window of a sweet shop, forever tempted but the barriers were cool and unfeeling like a sheet of glass and just as impervious. Unless you had the right tools, Pran owned none.

Pat fortunately was not so easily dismissed.

Because he’d avoided Pat at school and at home, the boy invited himself to the Architectural Camp much to Pran’s absolute horror. At every opportunity he managed to squeeze himself between him and the rest of his friends. It was only because he demanded Pran’s attention that he showed up at all, to taunt and make sure he never got the opportunity to forget.

He was to blame.

He wanted to shove him away, but also desperately to tug him closer.

Infuriating and exhilarating…

There was something about being chased that caused his pulse to quicken.

Pat was a force of nature, not many could ignore for long. He had this way of burrowing under your skin and making himself at home.

Fate had seen fit to pair them together in a team building exercise where he had to stand on a piece of newspaper that got folded steadily smaller as the game progressed.

Pran was not going to fall into Pat's trap, so he placed both feet on the tiny square leaving no room for his partner.

Pat would be forced to concede.

He should have known Pat wouldn’t be fazed by his attitude.

Pran had to be reminded that competition was in both their blood from infancy, they had grown up together.

Pat snuck his foot in between his and basically rose up to claim his spot, aligning his body with Pran’s.

Heartbeat going berserk as Pat made his presence known, far too close.

Pran was unprepared for this shameless move and he lost his balance. Pat grabbed him, making sure he wasn’t hurt while falling and ended up on top of him in the warm sand.

Pran was sure his heart stopped in that moment with Pat hovered above him, no mistaking the look in his eye. If there hadn’t been people about, he was sure he’d have been kissed.

Wai, his self opposed bodyguard came charging forward, hauled Pat away from him and from there on out it only got worse as Pat kept up the innocent charade by courting violence from Pran’s friends. Till Pat had manoeuvred him into a position where he had no choice but to speak with him.

Clever bastard won on a technicality because Pat knew he cared about him and wouldn’t put him purposely in harm's way.

He begged Pat to leave it alone but he wasn’t going to allow Pran to crawl back into his cubbyhole and hide. He kept at him till he ended up showing his soft underbelly.

Messing around with him in the sea as they took turns dunking each other into the waves and later when they were exhausted but content, talking as they sat together on the beach. Pran still refused to talk about that night but past grievances were aired and there was peace of a sort between them. Peace and a whole lotta sexual tension held barely at bay by the thinest of excuses.

He should just let Pat get beaten up by his friends, it’s not like he hadn’t practically serenaded disaster the way he’d mocked Wai constantly throughout the two days.

But he couldn’t do it, so he made up some sob story about being rejected and like the true friends they were he got them to drink with him in his fake misery until they all passed out. He soberly found Pat on the beach late that night, or maybe it was Pat that found him. He was safe, protected not realising how close he’d been to going home with a black eye and several bruised ribs if not worse.

Things got heated between them as the kiss was brought up and what should have been a rational adult conversation descended into one of their adolescent games of tug-of-war where they made a bet ‘the first to fall in love was the loser’.

In all honesty if that was the case he was already at a disadvantage, but Pat didn’t need to know that. In bed that night with a snoring Louis snuggled up beside him he wondered for the umpteenth time why he was going along with all this.

What would this competition achieve, it would end in heartbreak either way. Surely it wasn’t worth all the grief that was to come if they continued to seek out the impossible.

Their friends hated each other.

Their faculties were bitter rivals

Their families loathed each other.

To be together they’d have to walk away from them all.

Everything that should drive them away from one another, enticed them closer because they were so hopelessly attracted to each other..

Let the games begin…

Pat’s first attempt was with food, it didn’t work. Such a weak opening. His was so much more effective a response and he hadn’t even planned it out, it just transpired as a reaction to Pat denying him a single bite. So he took out his revenge by tasting what Pat was offering directly from the source. Was so deeply invested in the moment, thrilled at the shock and lust in Pat’s eyes as he sucked on that salty finger, not knowing the embers he’d stoked with that action.

One point for the Pranster.

Was it okay to indulge in the forbidden if it was wrapped in a game. A safer option for the both of them that would never have a clear winner. Neither of them would ever back down so this gratification could go on indefinitely and never be resolved.

The new year started and now they are both sophomores. Pa started university and she had set herself up in Pat’s room. Pat had stepped up his flirting also, texting numerous times and sending him pictures daily to bait him. Most just made him embarrassed, but he had to admit it was a thrill to receive them, like they were carrying on this illicit affair under the noses of everyone.

He even attempted Pat’s trick of luring him with food. Stupid fool was too stubborn to fall for his ruse and rejected his advances at the very last second. He almost had him though or maybe he just imagined it. The entertainment of just trying was endlessly amusing considering just how rousing it was becoming. Out doing the other was getting quite inventive, he never knew when Pat might strike. Just the thought of what he might do next to coax him was exciting and had him on edge in the most scrumptious way.

Could you die from repressed emotions, it felt like it was very possible at times, like he might combust from holding them in, the act made him tremble from head to toe like a delicious shiver that had his toes curling and the feeling that he might just float away on the breeze with the euphoria of it all.

They got bolder also, teasing out in the open where anyone could discover them, not just through their phones or in each other's dorms where they could play without fear of discovery.

Pat stepping up his game almost melted Pran’s resolve. He came to Pat’s room while Pa was out studying. Pat had asked for his doll back that he left in the architect's dorm. He pretended to be sick knowing this would bring out Pran’s nurturing side.

Unfortunately it didn’t take long for him to see right through Pat’s pretence and make a move on him as retaliation.

Only thing was the banter was full of so much sexual tension it wasn’t difficult for both of them to get swept up in the struggle to remain impartial, especially with the boy in question spreadout before him, chest glistening from the icy remains of a drink bottle creating a tempting wee path down his torso that Pran’s tongue was dying to lick. His knee was nestled in between two powerful thighs, there was an anticipation so primal in the very air around them, a crackle that made everything ten times more potent. The strain was so intense the only thing that came to mind to diffuse the situation was to tickle him senseless.

He squirmed under his hands, fingers that were merciless as they danced across all those sensitive patches of warm skin. His laughter was like sunshine that even after he relented, once Pat had surrendered his expression remained hopelessly fond, he couldn’t even wipe that adoration from his face to preserve his heart.

“Do you still want us to be friends?” Pran breathed, his eyes flitted from his blown pupils to his lips and back again.

It was an echo of that night.

The spark was being ignited but the moment ruined by Pa coming into the room lurching them apart. Pran escaped to the safety of his room as quickly as he could without looking back at a smug Pat.

That had been close, too close.

Pran discovered something interesting when he got a call from Wai to meet him at rugby practice. He couldn’t believe he had failed to see it earlier, Pat was jealous of his friendship with the boy. This was so obvious when Pat kicked a ball towards them when Wai got amorous with him. It hadn’t meant anything but the green eyed monster raised its ugly head.

Pran sneakily chose this barb to twist Pat into possessive knots as he draped himself all over his unwitting friend just to make Pat’s blood boil.

He grinned, dimples on display at a Pat that had been tweaked to the edge of sanity.

At this rate Pat would be his by the end of the week.

Pat was nowhere near finished playing with him and he shouldn’t have been surprised when he showed up at auditions for the architecture-led play, wanting an excuse to be in Pran’s orbit even more than he already was. Pran told him after that he persuaded Toto to go with another actor, when in truth he’d rooted for Pat but was out voted by the others.

Ink took Pat out to dinner to commiserate his failed attempt at becoming an actor. Pat had told him at the beach trip that he no longer felt the same about her but it still made him twinge with jealousy when they took off together, arms around each other.

Pran purposely took Wai to the same noodle shop that he knew Pat had taken Ink, to keep an eye on him but also to see him sizzle in envy. Pat would not win this round, plus he could witness for himself how he reacted with Ink and her with him.

He was so ecstatic when he saw Pat fail at making him jealous with Ink, especially when she reacted so aggressively to his flirting. Pran knew then he had nothing to worry about between them; they were indeed just friends. Pat also had nothing to worry about with Wai but he didn’t need to know that just yet, he wanted to keep him dangling a little bit longer. His overwrought jealousy did wonders for his self esteem.

He’d promised to help out with Wai’s part in the production but dealing with a diva main actor was putting a damper on his mood. The guy was an arse, never showing up and when he did, he wasn’t prepared or got distracted by his phone etc. Why hadn't they just gone with his suggestion, Pat would never have been this arrogant or rude and he would have shown up like clockwork he would have made sure of it.

Another such evening dealing with the jerk and he was not in the mood for anything, even his school work was a bust as he couldn’t concentrate he was that annoyed.

A knock at his door turned out to be Pat. He regrettably has no inclination to deal with a playful Pat tonight.

The boy let himself inside even so, citing that he was not up to anything devious, he just wanted Pran to clean his face until he saw he was upset and decided to clean Pran’s instead.

It was the weakest of excuses to continue to woo him but Pran allowed it, Pat was the distraction he needed from his headache of a day. Their light banter was a balm to his senses and he was enjoying himself until Wai came knocking.

Pat smelled a set up even though Pran told him Wai coming over wasn’t planned and for him to hide. Pat hid behind the sofa and listened as the arsehole blackmailed and wheedled his way out of his responsibilities with the play because Pran caved and told him he’d take over his position. Then he explained how he brought Pran’s guitar back and how he’d looked after it.

Pran could practically feel Pat seething behind the couch at the audacity. Pran quickly made excuses to go out and get dinner together before Pat forgot he was supposed to be hiding and jumped on Wai in his fury.

At the elevator he made excuses about forgetting his wallet and told him he’d meet up downstairs with Wai. He pelted back towards the dorm, arriving just as Pat was exiting his room. He ignored Pran and went straight back to his own room across the hall.

Pat was angry with him and he deserved all of it, every heaping helping. Pat looked after his guitar for years and he’d callously left it with Wai like it meant nothing which of course wasn’t the case. He’d screwed up big time. Pat was hurt by his actions.

Pran had a helluva night, he couldn’t sleep. Pat wasn’t exactly ignoring him but his texts were abrupt and there was no sign of his usual easy teasing manner. He’d fucked up and he missed him. Play rehearsal was doing nothing to quell his anxiety the next day.

It all culminated in him telling the dickhead actor Chase to quit after he walked out in the middle of practice, again! The guy challenged him in the worst way and he just snapped. That evening he got Pat to meet him up on the rooftop and ask him if he wanted the position, the acting role was his. He was willing to relinquish his part in the competition and make Pat the winner. He would confess.

Pat made a rookie mistake in getting too cocky with the parameters of the confession. If Pran was indeed going to admit to liking him then he wanted the architect to tell the whole school by placing his declaration on the projector in the middle of class for everyone to see. He had to be joking right? That was taking it a step too far and Pran recoiled at the thought informing Pat he’d find another actor better than him. Pat just laughed, fine.

Naturally that didn’t happen and Toto and the rest of the faculty blamed him for ruining the play as all the tickets had been sold and they had no lead actor after he promised them he’d be able to get Pat. Was his pride worth more than the disappointment of the entire department, fortunately he never had to test that as Pat gave in and showed up to everyone's relief.

Pran couldn’t help grinning knowing Pat had made the sacrifice in his stead, not wanting to let him down. How could he deny him either, meeting him halfway.

“If my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, I’d rather lose. When I have a lover, I always let my lover win.”

That’s why Pran took the spoon from his hands and fed Pat because he was finally admitting that he liked him too. The kisses after that were just a bonus, a way of sealing the deal. No clear losers for now, just being in the moment together and whatever came next, whatever hills they had to climb, well hopefully they would as one… defeat them.

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Pran had been having a very relaxing sleep, he was toasty, cosy and oh so comfortable when something triggered the alarm bells in his brain and he shot up in bed.

“A fire?”

Pat came into view, leaning casually in the doorway of his bedroom, a tray carefully balanced in his hands.

“In my pants, maybe” he declared, his come-hither expression causing Pran to giggle and shake his head, rather than blush which he was sure was Pat’s actual intention.

“Here, Mr Parakul. Breakfast in bed.” Pat smirked as he moved to the side of the bed.
“Can you make some room for me?” he whispered near his ear.

Pran gave him such a confused look as he scooched back to prop himself up against the headrest, repressing the shiver that went down his spine at Pat’s breathy voice.

“What has got into you this morning?”

Pat wanted to say ‘you’ but even that sounded dirty in his head. Best not upset his boyfriend this early in the morning. Pran was testy at the best of times. Especially if he hoped to fool around with him some more before grabbing a shower together. Or they could combine the two, he wasn’t particularly choosy.

“No occasion. I just want to do it for you. Do you like it?”

Pran made a face. He adored Pat but this wasn’t like him at all, he just wasn’t this romantic. He appreciated the thought behind it though even if he suspected the real motivation might be sex before class. It wasn’t like he wasn’t up for that. Pran squirmed, even if the thought made him flinch just a tad.

Pat had been so randy last night his arse was still a little tender from the engineers thorough probing last night. His boyfriend definitely had a fondness for watching as Pran fell to pieces in his hands and under his body. The more vocal he got, the more it seemed to quench some deep seated desire in Pat. He was attuned to Pran so completely, he wasn’t sure how he functioned without him for so long. Maybe he’d been sleep walking until Pran came bursting back into his life.

He knew he’d missed him terribly but now he couldn’t live without him. It was terrifying to feel this attached, knowing he’d fight tigers to protect him.

“Just eat and then we’ll head to the rehearsal.”

Pran was little put off by the gruffness in Pat’s sudden manner, he chose to ignore it though. He felt so lazy and content with his man and their cosy lovenest that they had created together in his dorm. He never wanted the outside to breach their happiness. It was almost a shame that they ever had to leave.

Pran picked up a fork and pierced the skin of a sausage before bringing it to his lips and taking a bite. He made a lot of pleasurable noises as the savoury taste hit his tongue. He was starved, Pat had exhausted all his energy reserves last night, the greedy shit.

Pat gulped, transfixed by Pran as he chewed. His brain couldn’t help but play back the moment Pran had hovered over his erect cock, licking his lips and giving him such a sultry lopsided grin he was sure he’d cum from that naughty look alone. Nothing like seeing your dick disappear between those beautiful lips before that sinful suction started up in earnest and had your eyes rolling back and your head striking the wall.

He got hard just watching Pran enjoy his sausage.

“How is it?” he gasped, kneading his dick with the heel of his hand, biting his lip so as not to groan out loud.

Neither of them had any experience, but what they lacked in knowledge was absolutely nothing compared to their abundant enthusiasm for each other. The moment they were alone Pran would slide his thigh against his crotch and latch onto his neck with a ferocity that made his head spin. He barely had time to drop his bag before his boyfriend had him plastered to his front door, humping his leg like a few hours apart had been a lifetime. Not that he didn’t feel exactly the same way every time he even glanced in his direction.

There had been so many times he’d got stuck in his own head just imagining what he wanted to do with Pran when he saw him next, that he started sporting wood in class much to his horror and all his friends' amusement. He really needed to learn to not be such an eager dog when it came to his master. Oh.. a leash around his neck, now that was an idea worth pursuing further.

“It’s quite nice. I’m surprised. I didn’t think someone so sucky could cook”

“Was that a compliment?”

“It was. Have a bite if you don’t believe me.”

Pat shook his head.

Pran urged the fork closer to his mouth, his hand slid under Pat’s on his cock and gave it a firm stroke with his thumb.

“It’s good” he innocently peered up at Pat all wide eyed and positively dripping with mischief.

Pat bit into the offered sausage a bit more vigorously than was warranted, all because Pran was teasing him.

The architect chuckled at his reaction.

“Good, right?”

“It is because I cooked it.”

“I shouldn’t have complimented you.”

“Can I get a reward instead?”

“What reward?”

Pat offered him his cheek as he happily chewed.

Pran raised an eyebrow at Pat’s cheekiness.

“Sure”

He smears tomato sauce all over his lips and throws his arms around Pat’s neck.

“Come here”

Pat blanches at the state of him.

“Hey”

“Hey!”

As Pran climbs on top of him pushing him back onto the mattress.

“Your reward, don’t you want your reward…come on”

“Kiss…kiss”

“It's so messy.” Pat whines.

“Fine, I’ll stop. Stop resisting”

As soon as Pat loosens his grip he attacks.

Pran sweeps his tongue into his mouth, swiping over teeth as his hips align with Pat’s. They are both hard as Pat’s fingers urgently slide under his sleep shorts and over one warm naked arse cheek. Lightly scratching over one pert globe to tug Pran impossibly closer, grinding up into all that heat.

His toes dip into Pran’s abandoned plate and he feels the squelch of something cool paint his foot.

Retaliating for Pran painting his face and neck with sticky sauce, he uses his one hand that isn’t occupied to collect what he thinks is his sliced fruit and berries he lovingly cut and arranged. He then excitedly sullies that perfect little arse with all those sweet juices.

He can’t wait to take a bite!

Pat flips Pran over till he’s the one situated on top. Pran growls at these new turns of events, and bucks at the heaviness of his boyfriend seated on his backside.

“Get off”

Pat’s answer is to peel off his shorts and haul his lover's arse in the air before spreading his cheeks with his fingers before pushing his hungry mouth to Pran’s indignant little hole.

Pran screeched, flailing his arms till his fingers clawed into the sheets wildly.

“Pat… oh my god I’m going to kill you, you bastard, we are going to be late for class” and whatever the rest of his tirade was became an unintelligent slur of half formed words and nonsense sounds, interspersed with cries, groans and a whole series of full body shudders that had him quaking for so long Pat wondered if he’d actually passed out from an overload of pleasure.

Pran was blissed out naked, draped across Pat's lap, all that could be heard was their elevated breaths in the quiet apartment.

Minutes later and there was a furious knocking at their door.

“Pat, Pran are you still in there?” then some mumbling as Pa paced outside Pran’s front door.

They lurched out of the bed, Pran trying not too groan at the pain in his arse. He glared at Pat who was smart enough to look at least sort of contrite for his actions.

He pressed the palm of his hand over Pran’s mouth, holding a finger to his own lips. Pran glared at him and they both listened as Pa gave up and they heard her stomp down the corridor.

Pran bit his hand once she was safely out of earshot.

“Oww” Pat sulked, pouting at Prans meanness.

“You deserve that”

Pat shrugged, grinning knowingly. He knew Pran wasn’t particularly angry with him, but he might be if he saw the state of his kitchen considering what a stickler for tidiness and order he was.

“Race you to the shower, the loser has to strip the bed”

Pat took off at full tilt, hotly pursued by Pran practically nipping at his ankles.

“It doesn’t matter if you win, you’ll be cleaning both the bed and the kitchen that I just know will be a bomb site”

Pat pulled Pran into his arms.

“I think we can have room for some kind of negotiation?”

Pran scoffed.

“In your dreams”

“Oh come on, you know where everything goes and i’m just a useless mutt” he pouted, gathering Pran closer to slide his mouth over his bare shoulder, while reaching backwards to also turn on the water.

While they waited for the heat to cut in, Pat made short work of his own clothes, sweeping them into a corner before manoeuvring Pran across the tiles towards the gentle spray he was pushed under.

Pran screamed and lurched out of the way and into a stunned Pat who promptly fell on his butt.

“Pat, thats fucking freezing.”

“Oops”

Pat collapsed on the frigid tiles, his backside will have bruises by tomorrow.

“Yep, that's all you're doing also.”

Pran held out his hand for Pat to take.

“Come on baby, I’ll wash your hair if you’re a good boy”

Pat smirked, winking.

“Always for you baby, always…”