Arthit POV------

Tonight is such a nice night, A perfect night to spend with Kong, in his house. Standing on the porch, I look around, liking what I see.

The sun is about to set, I can hear movement inside, and there are some fantastic smells coming from the house.

I check my pants, smoothing them where they have wrinkled.

I want to look nice for Kong.

I haven’t seen him all day.

I have missed him.

I knock on the door and listen to his footsteps coming closer. When the door opens, I let out a breath, I didn’t even realise I was holding.

"Hi.... I miss you all day"

I say, wrapping my arms around Kong. I press my lips to his, losing myself in him. He is so warm and soft I don’t want to let go.

Kong moves away, asking me about dinner, but the pink color of his cheeks pulls my heart.

Kong pulls me inside and closes the door behind me.

I nod, watching his every movement and wanting to kiss him again.

We sit down to dinner, and Kong asks me about my day.

I tell him about Mew and Gulf’s idea for a job. He doesn’t seem to like it, so I try to explain.

"Mew said it would be good for me to be out with other people.... on my own"

I am a little nervous about it, and I tell him so.

Kong changes the subject, and I am glad. I didn’t want to upset him on our first date in his house.

"What else have you been up to ?? You and Prem have been spending a lots of time together"

I finish chewing my food, before I answer

"I like talking to him, he doesn’t make me nervous"

Prem’s quiet ways are comforting to me, and he is always willing to help me whenever I have a question.

"Anything particular you talk about ??"

Kong asks, keeping his eyes on his plate. He is trying not to push, and I know he only wants what’s best for me, so I tell him.

"Different things, but about you and Wad a lot"

I smile when I think about our last conversation.

"All good, I hope"

Kong says, smiling and taking a bite of his dinner

I am so confused.......... Why would he think I would ever say something bad about him ??

I love him, haven’t I said it enough.... for him, to believe me ??

"I always say good things about you"

I tell him, watching his face closely.

His eyes get really wide and he takes my hand.

"Arthit, I am sorry. I know you would never say anything bad about me. I was teasing. It was Just a joke"

'A joke ??'

But....... that’s not funny, and I tell him so, feeling even more confused than before.

"You are right, it’s not funny. And I am sorry"

Afraid of ruining our night, I drop it. I know he would never hurt me on purpose. I lift his hand to my mouth and kiss each fingertip gently.

"Okay"

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After we finish dessert.....An Apple Pie, it was so yummy.

Kong picks out a movie.

We snuggle together on the couch, enjoying being together. As the show goes on, I find myself watching him.

His reactions to the movie are more interesting than the film itself, and I can’t keep my eyes off him.

I let my fingers slip through his hair, feeling his breaths on my chest. I am torn. I want to kiss him, but I don’t want to stop watching him too.

Almost like he can read my mind, Kong looks up. he asks me something, but I don’t know what.

His lips look beautiful, so I do the only thing I want to.....

I kiss him, starting with his cheek, moving closer to his mouth until I find, what I am looking for.

He kisses me back, and I pull him as close to me as I can get him.

I feel the heat from his body. It sends tingles through me.

I feel myself becoming........ harder

And I want....... I want.......

Something more.....

But I don't know what ??

Kong's phone rings, bringing us both to a stop.

I really hate that phone.

Kong stands up quickly to grab his phone, obviously surprised by it, and he trips.

I reach out to help him, but he falls through my hands into my lap.

His hand brushes against my 'wood', and I shudder.

I have never felt anything quite like that before.

I moan as he pulls himself away.

"I.....my.......phone..... I need to take the call"

I am so annoyed and...... turned on
(I think this is what Prem called it),
I can hardly control to sit there quitely.

I lay my head back against the couch, taking in deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

I can’t hear what he is saying, but I know it’s Wad on the phone.

I am going to have a thing or two to say to Prem next time we hang out.

Suddenly, Kong is beside me on the couch, but I don’t move.

I am afraid of what will happen if I do.

"Are you alright ??"

Kong asks.

I take another deep gulp of air and let it out before answering

"Yes"

He slides closer to me again, but this time I only hold his hand.

The movie plays on, but there is an odd feeling in the air I can’t seem to ease.

I continue watching Kong, and it looks like I am not the only one who isn’t paying attention.

When the movie ends, we stand up and begin our goodbyes.

I can’t really concentrate on his words, I am too distracted by his lips.

I lean forward to kiss him goodnight, letting his smell and taste surround me before pulling away.

When I walk away from the cottage, I look over my shoulder to see Kong standing in the open door, watching me.

'No....... You can’t turn back'

I tell myself.

'Go inside'

I force myself into the main house and make my way to the kitchen.

I drink a tall glass of cold water, trying to fight back this feeling.

I don’t know how to make it stop.

I drop the glass onto the counter, so glad Mom and Roger are nowhere to be seen, and run up the stairs.

I can’t stop thinking about Kong and the way it felt when his fingers touched my very hard 'wood'

I close my bedroom door behind me, wincing when it slams loudly, and twist the lock on the knob.

I move to my bed, the bed where I used to lie with Kong, and I am assaulted again by memories of him.

I turn on my iPod, listening to the music Kong helped me find and I consider running to him.

Maybe he can help me. Would he turn me away ??

He has helped me so many times...... in so many ways........ He is my whole world.

I stand next to my bed listening to the music, thinking.

Before I even know how it happened, I find myself standing in front of Kong's door.

The windows are dark, and it’s very quiet, other than the raindrops starting to fall through the leaves.

I can’t wake him up, no matter how much I feel like I need him.

I shake my head, disappointed with myself for even thinking about waking him up.

Just as I turn to leave, I hear a moan through the door.

Unsure of what to do, I press my ear to the cold wood, listening for the sound again.

I don’t hear anything more, so I move around the outside of the cottage toward his window.

I know it’s wrong, but what if he is hurt ??

I could never live with myself if there was something wrong with my Kong.

I look into his window, terrified I might see him on the floor, hurt....

But I see nothing. It’s too dark.

The clouds shift for a moment, sending a beam of light across Kong, lying in his bed.

My heart sputters before beating faster than it ever has before.

When the clouds move again and his room is black once more, I can’t move. I am frozen to the ground.

The rain is falling around me, but I can’t hear it.

I can’t hear anything.

Wait.....What’s that ??

I listen harder, until I hear my name.

It’s quiet, but getting louder and louder, and now it’s just a moan again.

I push myself away from the window, rain dripping down my face, and I run back to the house.

I shiver, but I am not cold.

I kick my shoes off in the entryway and head upstairs. I lock myself in my room....again....and rip my wet clothes off to slide under the covers.

Since I never turned off the iPod, the music is still playing softly.

The words of the song fill me, making me feel close to Kong, even though he is not here.

'If you ever feel lonely, and I am not around, listen to this song and imagine me singing it to you, okay'

Kong told me that, few days ago

I take his hand, holding it close to my chest. I want to thank him, but I don’t know what to say.

I lost my words when I looked into his eyes. Instead, I wrap my arm around him and pull him close, pressing my lips against his lips.

Keeping his hand between our bodies, I feel his body press against mine, and I shiver.

I open my mouth slowly, letting my tongue between his lips.

We have only just begun kissing this way, but I like it.....no I love it, and I don’t ever want to stop.

Kong pulls away long before I would, his breaths moving fast. The tingling is back.......

The feeling from that day has returned, but it’s so much stronger than it was before.

The picture of Kong sprawled out in his bed....... only moments ago

His hand holding his 'wood'.......

His face so...... so.......turned on, keeps flashing before me.

My hand slides down my body to touch my penis. It’s so hard and so hot.

I have never touched myself before thinking about Kong, I have never felt like this, ever.

I wrap my fingers around it and I moan.

My hand moves with the same way, I saw Kong's hand moving, up and down, up and down.

I keep thinking of Kong and all the times he has kissed me, touched me, looked at me with his big black eyes, and my movements quicken.

"Mmmm......"

I moan.

"Kong......."

I want him.... here... right now.

I want to do things with him, we have never done before.

I want to see him naked, I want to touch him, I want to hear him say my name again, just like he said it in the cottage.

"Oh, Kong !!"

I try to keep quiet, but there is so much heat and pressure building in my abdomen, I can’t keep it down.

I kick the covers down and look at myself, at my hand moving, and....

Suddenly, it’s Kong’s hand. His face is watching me and my hand is in his hair.

His hand moves in ways I never imagined and I can’t hold it back anymore.

A shudder rips through my body as hot wetness streams through my fingers, covering my chest and stomach.

Slowly, I drift back to my bed, back to reality.

Flickers of light move behind my eyelids, as I become aware of time and space once more.

There is still music playing, rain is tapping against the window, and I discover I am covered in sweat.

Fascinated, I watch my 'wood', so hard just a moment ago, soften and shrink now.

Who knew, it could grew that much ??

I lie in bed, listening to the songs Kong picked out for me, lying in the bed Kong made for me, feeling the emotions Kong given me......

There is nothing he hasn’t done,or wouldn’t do, for me.

I am so lucky.

I sigh, thinking of my perfect Kong.

After a bit of time has passed, I feel the need for a shower.

The itch I was feeling has gone and I am left with, A bit of a..... A mess.

I look down at my chest and stomach, run my fingers through the sticky white stuff, wondering how it could possibly make a baby ??

Roger knows a lot, but on this.......

He must be wrong.

I shake my head and climb out of bed to grab my robe. After it’s tied tightly around my waist, I tiptoe quietly down the hall to the bathroom.

Just as I am about to open the door, my mother steps from her room, her face surprised to see me.

"Oh, Arthit!! I didn’t expect to see you up so late"

She looks at my hand and...... blushes bright red.

I quickly shove my hand behind my back.

"Oh . . . I am just taking a shower"

I tell her, feeling very stupid.

"Yes, well...... goodnight"

She says before turning and running back into her room.

I feel my face turn very hot and slam the bathroom door behind me.

For the first time ever, I think I might like to live in a separate house..... or in a house with Kong.

I smile, thinking of him again, and step into the tub to clean myself, wondering how long it will be before something like that could happen.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading and voting for this story. This is a filler chapter, just to show you all, How Arthit's mind has reacted to all the sex talk with Roger 💖💖