Kongpob

I just can't wrap my brain around what just happened between Arthit and I. It came out nowhere but had to have been the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life. Not even the girls I've fooled around with got me that worked up so quickly. Hell, if Em hadn't interrupted us...who knows what could have happened in that moment.

And that's a scary thought for someone that was sure they were straight their entire lives.

Okay, I admit that it wasn't exactly unforeseeable on my part. I've already gotten excited by the man once before so it isn't that far of a reach to say that I'm attracted to him on some level. The soul mark might have played a part but there's a part of me that thinks that maybe...just maybe....what just happened wasn't entirely its fault. As bullheaded as I might be, I don't think the mark can force me to kiss someone with that much excitement and pleasure.

But what about Arthit? Where did that even come from? I had been absolutely positive that even if I was confused after last weekend, he still was in the category of "hell no" in regards to me and the soul mark.

I can't even get in his head right now to know what he's thinking because he's blocking me. So while I'm wide open and he could run through my head like a field of wildflowers, he's locked up tighter than a prison cell.

P'Arthit?

No response. 

I don't know if he can hear me or not. I know I can hear him when I'm blocking but maybe he's better at this than me. But if he can, it means he's ignoring me. If he can't, then maybe I should count my blessings and just pretend the last few minutes never happened.

Except I can't completely forget about it because my cock is still rock hard and insisting on some attention. I don't think sheep is going to cut it this time, not when my lips are still raw from Arthit's nibbling, my heart is pounding like I ran a marathon and it feels like my entire body is on fire from where he touched.

Fuck it. 

I push down my boxers and grab my dick as it springs out, gripping it firmly at the base with my hand. Closing my eyes, I lean back against the door for support as I slowly move my hand up and down the shaft, savoring the sensations. I'm trying to hold the image of the recent girl I made out with in my mind as I run my thumb over the sensitive tip, smearing my pre-cum to make it slicker as I stroke, but her face is fuzzy and constantly morphs into the masculine face I just kissed. The more I try to focus on her features, the more Arthit's stick out in my mind. His dimpled cheeks, his expressive eyes, his soft lips, his dark eyelashes.

Needing release, I give up the fight and just flow with the images appearing in my head. Of Arthit reaching for me. Gently biting on my lips before teasing my tongue with his. Holding me against his hard warm body. Sucking on his soft skin, leaving a mark for all to see. Our cocks touching through our thin layers of clothing. His moan of pleasure ringing in my ear and in my mind.

At this point I'm too far gone to care if my soul mark is causing this or even if Arthit is aware of my thoughts as I chase after a much needed orgasm. My hips have started to move on their own, thrusting myself into the hand holding it hostage as it seeks a release of the torment from the pent-up frustration and desire that this night has brought me. A part of me suddenly wishes that it was his hand on me and my hips jerk involuntarily, causing a low guttural moan to slip out unchecked.

Knowing I won't last much longer when I start to feel my balls tighten up and a tingling sensation shoot up my back causing it to arch, I start to thrust against my hand faster, my grip on my dick almost bruising in its strength. The pressure is building and just before I'm about to come, the image of Arthit in the shower, naked and jerking his own cock, flashes in my mind. I don't know if it's real or imagined but it's enough to tip me over. A stream of white liquid comes shooting out and lands on the floor in front of me.

I slump against the door and I hear a muffled noise from the wall separating my bedroom from the bathroom. Staring at the wall, I can't help but wonder if the image of him in the shower was real but testing the mind-link shows that Arthit is still blocking me so my imagination must have created the image for me. 

Maybe the sound I heard was a yell because he's mad at my sexual thoughts leaking into his head when he's trying to ignore me?

Glancing down, I see the mess I've made and I step out of my boxers from where they dangle around my ankles. I use them to clean the floor up and throw them into the laundry basket to be washed. Grabbing a new pair, I put them on and crawl into bed. I'm exhausted and just want to sleep this disastrous night away.

Barely remembering to plug in the phone that caused this whole incident, I pull the covers over my head and slip into a dreamless sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, I stumble out of bed and blearily make my way to the bathroom. It's not until I get to there and am taking a piss when I remember what happened the night before. And suddenly I'm wide awake and trying to check if Arthit is awake or even still in the apartment. I'm not getting anything from our link so I flush and wash my hands quickly. I take a peek around the living room and see that he's on the couch, still sleeping.

Quietly making my way back to my room, I can't help but be surprised-and a bit relieved-that Arthit didn't hightail it out of here last night after what happened, especially if he had been privy to my thoughts after our kiss. I'm confused and not sure how to approach this situation so I hide out for a few hours doing homework. 

When he finally wakes up, he's conveniently not blocking me so I catch his first thoughts about going to the bathroom and eating breakfast. I can tell the moment he remembers because I see a flash of memory where he's reliving out kiss and then suddenly his mind becomes an impenetrable wall and I'm left dying to know what he's thinking at that moment. 

My growling stomach finally pushes me to leave my room, dressed in my favorite sweatpants and t-shirt as walking around in my boxers is a definite no-no right now. Making my way to the kitchen, I see Arthit seated at the dining table with a laptop open in front of him. I stare until he finally looks at me, our eyes meeting and I can see him blushing from where I'm at. I don't even need to hear his thoughts to know that he's thinking about last night.

At some point we need to talk about it.

I'm aware but not now.

He motions his head subtly to the living room and I see Em watching us out of the corner of his eye. No need to bring Em into this mess between his brother and I by making him suspicious.

"Morning Em."

"Hey Kong. Sleep well?"

"Mmhmm."

"Didn't you go to bed right after the movie?"

"Yep."

"Huh. I thought I heard you out in the living room."

"Um, yeah. I forgot my phone out here so I came to get it."

"You guys didn't fight again last night by any chance did you?"

Arthit and I both freeze at the question.

"What makes you say that?" the older male asks cautiously.

What's with all these questions?

I don't know either. Stay calm.

I am calm.

Liar.

"I heard doors slamming shut when I got up to go to the bathroom. Which reminds me big brother, you were in the shower forever! I was ready to piss my pants by the time you finally got out."

Glancing at Arthit, I see that he's beet red at this point and if I wasn't worried about Em, I'd be chuckling at his blushing.

"Don't exaggerate. It's not my fault you had to use the bathroom when I just started my shower."

You didn't just start it though. You were finishing.

Seriously? Not the time or place.

I know I shouldn't tease him but I can't help myself. Confused as I might be, it's still fun to see him get all worked up over comments like that.

Putting on a blank face as I listen to the brothers start to bicker about each other's bad bathroom habits, I open up the cupboards and grab a package of instant ramen. I use the time it's cooking to sneak glances at Arthit since my back is to his brother and I can get away with it. He seems to be super focused on whatever he's working but as I watch him, I notice that he's barely touched his mouse or keyboard. I also see him glance in my direction every few minutes. I can't help the smirk because he's not as unaffected by my presence as he's trying to pretend to be.

Ready to talk yet?

Nope.

Will you be any time soon?

Probably not.

Then when?

How about between never and no way?

I don't think 'and' is a legit timeframe. Just sayin'.

Smartass.

I'm not the one giving Magic 8 Ball answers.

Well at least we are starting to sound normal again. Or as normal as two guys, whom don't exactly like each other but are stuck as soulmates with a telepathic connection, can be. Which, when put that way, probably isn't a good measuring stick of what normal is in any way.

My ramen is done cooking quickly and I take a seat at the island, pondering the dilemma while I chow down. The soul mark may be the reason we felt such intense lust last night and practically attacked one another. Maybe the problem is that we were fighting it so hard that it pushed back?

You think that's the reason?

Oh, so you're willing to talk now?

I'm curious to where this line of thinking goes.

That was as far as I got.

I see.

Okay, so maybe......

Maybe what?

We should try becoming friends?

Friends?

Yeah. If we aren't fighting or pissing each other off, then maybe the mark won't  react like that again? 

Hmmm.

Arthit shuts down after that and I'm left wondering if he's agreed to be friends or not. Frustrated once again with him at not helping to figure this out, I finish my meal quickly. After cleaning up, I head back to my room to finish the paper I was working on. It will give me time to cool off and allow the stubborn male to think on what I said.

When I finally come back out again for dinner, after spending some much needed time studying, I find Em playing a video game with Arthit is nowhere in sight.

"Is your brother still here or did he leave?"

"Oh shit! You scared me Kong."

"Sorry, I thought you heard me come out of my room."

"No, I didn't. And yeah, P' left a little bit ago. I think he was meeting someone for dinner and wouldn't be back until late."

"Oh? What, does he got a date or something?" Now, this is where I know I'm in trouble. I have no right to ask this and I'm still not even sure I like the guy, but it bothers me that the person whom is supposed to be my soulmate may be out meeting someone that isn't me.

This is a major red flag that the soul mark is messing with more than just my head and body, it seems to be trying to fuck with my heart too as jealousy rages inside me.

"I don't know. Maybe." Em shrugs and returns to his game.

Where did you go?

I'm out with a friend for dinner.

Just a friend huh?

Yes. And why do you sound like a jealous wife right now?

I fucking do not!

If you say so.

I'm just curious because I thought we were gonna talk still.

We did. You said we should be friends.

But you didn't answer.

No, I suppose I didn't.

Why?

I can tell he's hesitating in his response. He acting rather cold to me but I just don't understand why. I'm trying to make the best of our situation and have a fresh start but he's being difficult. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate the soul mark pushing him towards another guy anymore than I do.

Because it's utter bullshit.

What do you mean?

I don't know about you but I don't make a habit of kissing my friends.

Neither do I!

Besides, we both know it wasn't just about the soul mark last night.

Shit. He heard enough of my thoughts last night to know that I didn't full believe that I was pushed into what happened by the mark.

There is no defense against this as he's right so I don't bother responding. He seems to realize he's won the conversation and goes back to his dinner without another word to me.

I'm really conflicted at this point. I know that logically I only met this guy a week ago and up until then, I've never looked at a guy in a romantic or sexual way. He and I have done nothing but constantly bicker, even though I admit that the last few days it's felt more like teasing than actual arguing. Up until last night, I pretty much assumed that he hated me because of how much of an asshole I had been to him those first few days.

But then we had a hot and heavy make-out session. Not to mention the fact that I jerked off to the thought of him afterwards.

So now it seems like he's pissed at me because I want to try being friends with him. What's so wrong with that though? Of course I know that we are feeling attraction to one another but after only one week, how could anyone tell, without a single shred of doubt, if it's because of the soul mark or because we actually feel something for the other person? If I had these thoughts and feelings about him without this complication, it would be easier to navigate but I'm just trying to do the best I can while figuring out where to go from here.

Fine. We'll try it your way. Let's be friends.

I should be happy with this answer but for some reason I feel a terrible sense of foreboding along with it. There's something about this that doesn't feel right and will be coming to bit me in the ass later. I just know it.

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A/N: I wasn't going to do any author's notes this story but I really felt the need to this one time. I've never really written a mature story like this so I have no idea if the sexy scenes are turning out well or not. Please forgive me if I suck at writing smut. Also, before anyone asks, yes - Arthit will be getting his POV chapter soon. I always intended on including his side at some point when the timing is right.