Behind the Scenes

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Double Trouble

PART 9

"Where the fuck have you been, Kongpob? Do you have any idea how many times I've called you? Have you even checked your phone? Everyone is here already and we have a tight schedule to follow, you know? You can't be late like this, even though you––"

The moment Kongpob stepped out of the elevator, he was immediately confronted by a very nervous and angry-looking Pete, the man's words loud and accusing, before Kongpob raised his hand tiredly and silenced Pete in the middle of his sentence, leaving the latter disappointingly huffing to himself, until he grabbed Kongpob by his hand and started dragging the latter towards the only room in the end of the corridor.

"I can't believe you are fucking late! For the first time during your career and you won't even give me an explanation!" Pete muttered to himself, while Kongpob followed him silently, thanking his best friend for not asking anything more from him, because he truly wasn't in the mood to explain or talk at all, especially about what had happened the night before.

How he had fucking lost control again and given Arthit exactly what the man had wanted.

Fuck!

After waking up the nect morning, much later than usual, Kongpob tried his best to forget how he had practically ran home the night before, drenched in a sweet mixture of his and Arthit's sweat, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants and without even bothering to remove his clothes, he had immediately fallen on his king-size bed and let his hazy mind drift him off to a lust-filled slumber of long pale legs and cherry-flavored lips ghosting over his heated body.

The best dream he'd had in a very long time.

But in the middle of the night, after tossing and turning at the discomfort of his rock hard cock poking against his stomach, Kongpob shamefully hid his face in the pillows, rolled on his knees and let his hand work fast and slick on his oh so wet cock, faster and tighter, his breathing getting labored by every weeping stroke and he could feel the undeniable tightness in his muscles, his toes curling and that sweet bubbly sensation filled his erection till he released his hot seed all over his blankets and heaving chest, his bruised lips gasping the name "Arthit" over and over again.

He had never ever cummed that fast or hard before with only his own sweaty hand helping him over the edge.

Fuck...

Even though Kongpob accused himself heavily for being so weak and giving in to Arthit's seductions and sensual touches within mere seconds, he had still hoped that perhaps everything else that happened after Pete left, had happened only in his wildest dreams, in his imagination, where hot flesh met with cold skin in a burning friction with sparks of fire and water clashing together in every inch of their bodies.

Oh god...

But the mere sight and feel of dried sticky cum covering his thighs and his pulsating cock spoke very vividly of otherwise and Kongpob ruffled his hair angrily, screaming and cursing in his pillow for fucking things up again. Afterwards, he went to take a quick freezing shower, promising himself that his only goal from then on would be to pretend like it never happened, never - just like Arthit would want him to and make sure that their following relationship would only stay at a professional level, where he would be in the role of a hot enticer and Arthit the sexy seducer.

Yes, we just have to meet on the set, play our parts and then we're strangers again. Yes, I can do this. I will. It will be easy, I just have to pretend it all like I did with my previous co-actors. And I won't, definitely will not fall in his trap again. Ever. Fucking slut.