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The bet was dragging out for months and Pran couldn’t handle it anymore. Pat was constantly terrorizing him with his endless teasing as if he had nothing more important to do. Not that Pran was any different but he was exhausted. He was so freaking close to snapping and locking Pat in his bedroom until he did all those unholy things he wanted to do with the man he was so crazily in love with that he even stopped focusing on school.
Pran obviously loves to torture himself because he lets Pat stay at his place much more often than necessary. He lets him eat there, keep his toothbrush in the bathroom, he even lets him sleep in Pran´s bed. They cuddle, they breathe the same air but none of them is willing to cross the line. It drove Pran to a point where he wasn’t sure if Pat even wanted him anymore because all his efforts to make Pat lose were useless.
He didn’t know what to do so he decided to ignore the situation and pay his full attention to school once again. This, however, made Pat try to get his attention even more and Pran was ready to just jump out of the window to end all of this madness.
It was Sunday night and Pran decided to study. His plans were ruined by Pat, who was supposed to stay with his parents this weekend but somehow he appeared in Pran´s room only a couple of hours after leaving it in the morning. Apparently, his parents decided to go out of town this weekend without telling him so Pat decided to come back to the dorm. He also missed Pran like crazy but that is not the version he told Pran. He also didn’t tell him how horny he got while thinking about Pran. So horny he had to go to a gym to blow off some steam.
For this reason, Pat showed up in front of Pran's dorm room all drenched in sweat. A great excuse to use Pran´s shower and proceed with the plan of how to seduce Pran that Pat created in his head only a few hours ago.
The truth is, Pat was getting desperate as well. Pran was incredibly good when it came to flirting, he knew exactly how to push Pat´s buttons with only his words and Pat knew he had to do something about it because he too wanted to jump out of the window if Pran didn’t become his boyfriend in the next 24 hours.
Pat´s plan was simple – be as hot as fuck and Pran will give in. Sure, it was Pat´s plan since the beginning of their bet but Pran wasn’t giving in so he had to take it up a notch or two. Tonight, Pat was determined to give it his all.
Pran kindly allowed him to use his shower but since Pat didn’t really bring any clean clothes it only made sense to stay as naked as possible. After taking a quick cold shower, Pat came out of the bathroom with a pink towel around his waist, nothing else. His hair was styled backward, revealing the heart-shaped hairline he knew Pran lowkey loved. Game on.
Pat walked toward a fridge and took out a bottle of whipped cream that Pran used yesterday on their pancakes. He then moved to sit on Pran´s couch. He shook the bottle and sprayed the whipped cream into his mouth.
“You want some?” Pat asked Pran with his mouth full.
“Nah, I´m good,” Pran replied without looking at Pat. Pran noticed how underdressed Pat was when he walked out of his bathroom and he refused to look his way again. It wouldn’t be the best for his sanity. If there was any left.
“Come on, baby. I know you like it,” Pat cooed. “I can feed it to you, you seem so busy,” Pat offered but not because Pran seemed busy. He offered because he was being a little shit, always teasing Pran every chance he got.
As usual, Pran gave him a death glare, his nostrils flaring a little. Not because he was angry or anything, but because he knew what Pat was doing. Every time he called him baby, Pran struggled the most to not tear off Pat's clothes. Right now, it would take only a second. This one crucial second could change everything between them.
“Ooops, I am so clumsy,” Pat proclaimed as he very intentionally sprayed the cream on his upper body, pretending to miss his mouth. The shit-eating grin he gave Pran made Pran's blood boil.
“For fucks sake Pat! Clean it before it melts on my couch,” Pran said firmly.
“Why don’t you come to clean it yourself, hmm?” Pat dipped a finger into the mess and licked it clean.
“I´m not cleaning your mess, dumbass. Besides I´m busy,” Pran announced, turning back to his textbook. He didn’t concentrate on the content at all, he wasn’t even before Pat showed up but who cares, he just had to turn away from Pat for a while before he did something stupid.
“Fine but don’t yell when your couch gets all dirty,” Pat replied before spraying more whipped cream into his mouth. God, did he have to moan while tasting the whipped cream? Pran gave him a side eye and saw that the cream on Pat´s peck was already melting down his body.
“For the love of-,” Pran stands up, walks in front of Pat, and licks a long stripe across his body, cleaning all the whipped cream he can. “Fuck you and your dirty games, honey,” Pran said calmly with a huge fake grin on his face before kissing Pat´s cheek and returning to his desk. Pat was stunned.
After gaining some composure, Pat stood up and walked towards Pran. He grabbed his chair firmly and turned Pran to face him.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Pat asked.
Pran gave him an unimpressed look and then took the spray bottle from Pat´s hand. He sprayed some of the whipped cream into his own mouth while maintaining eye contact with Pat, whose eye just twitched. There was no way Pat was going to win this bet.
“Go get dressed, baby, and put the bottle back in the fridge when you´re done,” Pran said with a sweet voice. This tone usually drove Pat crazy and tonight was no exception.
“Fine,” Pat took the bottle in his hand and untightened the towel around his waist to make it fall. “But I am not done yet,” Pat smirked. Pran almost choked at the sight in front of him. Pat. Naked. Now he wasn’t so sure which one of them would be the winner.
“Pat,” Pran said as quietly as possible. His eyes were still opened wide, his gaze going from Pat´s semi-hard member to his dark eyes. Pran´s expression was hard to read. Did Pat overstep the limit?
“Too much?” Pat gulped nervously. If Pran wanted to stop he would, however, he really really wanted to see where things would go.
Pran´s breathing got visibly heavier but to Pat´s surprise he shook his head no and the new rush of excitement made Pat´s head spin. Pat directed the spray bottle to his member and made a small white whipped cream swirl right on the tip of his cock.
“If it melts, it will get on your pants,” Pat tried to sound seductive but he basically ruined it for himself when he started laughing. “Oh, that actually rhymed. I am so funn-,” but Pran cut him off.
“Shut up, Pat,” without thinking too much Pran licked the whipped cream off Pat´s cock. His tongue circled the tip and Pat almost fainted when the warmth and softness of Pran´s tongue replaced the coldness of the cream.
“You were always my wet dream but now I realized you are actually a nightmare,” Pran said while grabbing the bottle again and spraying more of its content on Pat´s now fully hard cock. Pran put the bottle on the desk before pulling Pat closer to him and taking his length into Pran´s eager mouth.
“Oh God,” Pat almost screamed. He threw his head backward and fully enjoyed the sensation Pran was causing him. “Pran you- you feel amazing,” Pat whined.
Pran was very pleased with the reaction which only encouraged him to try harder. He gently began massaging Pat´s balls while thoroughly licking every part of Pat´s throbbing cock he could reach. Pat moaned like crazy when Pran started sucking him as well. One of Pran´s hands was free so he used it to trace Pat´s body until he reached his neck and pulled. This finally made Pat look at him.
Damn, Pran looked like seven deadly sins with a cock in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, a pleasure quite obvious on his face. Fuck, he really enjoyed it. He loved sucking Pat´s cock. Pat could barely handle this newfound information.
“Pran, I´m not gonna last,” Pat whined. “Praaan, I need to cum,” Pat felt the familiar feeling in his lower region so he gave Pran a warning. A very small part of Pat got disappointed when Pran pulled away from his cock but that’s exactly why he told me. What if Pran hated cum? He gave him a chance to pull away and Pran took it. Unless…
“Aim well or I´ll kill you before your cum lands anywhere else but my mouth. You know I hate mess, puppy,” and that was pretty much it for Pat. He quickly grabbed his cock and aimed at Pran´s open mouth before he shoot his load onto Pran´s tongue. There was much more cum than usually came out of him but Pran managed to swallow every drop Pat offered him.
It took Pat a while to catch his breath but when he did, Pran was already looking at him with a cocky smirk on his face. “You good?” Pran asked devilishly.
“Yeah, let me do the same for you, kitten,” Pat dropped to his knees but Pran stopped him before he even started undoing Pran´s pants. Has he not wanted it?
“Pat, the bet,” Pran started but Pat didn’t let him continue.
“Yeah, yeah I´ve lost. I don’t care, I want you,” Pat quickly kissed both of Pran´s hands.
“Can I finish?” Pran pleaded quietly and Pat nodded so he continued.
“It was a mistake,” Pran said while giving Pat a soft smile. Wait, did he regret it? Did Pat fuck it all up? Did he push him too far?
“You- you don’t want this? You don’t want us?” Pat asked. Suddenly all his confidence was gone and he dreaded the answer more than death itself. Pran gave him a confused look.
“What? Of course, I do. Pat, I love you so much! The bet was so fucking stupid. I should’ve begged you to date me the second you kissed me on the rooftop. I was scared because I didn’t know if you meant it seriously or not. If I really mattered to you. If you would stay when things get hard. But I should´ve known that you would always be there,” Pran smiled brightly while Pat carefully listened. He cupped his face and caressed it softly. “We´ve wasted so much time with the bet. I want you, Pat. Are you sure you want me, too?” Pran asked.
Pat didn’t reply. He raised his body to get on the same level as Pran before grabbing his neck and kissing him senselessly. The kiss wasn’t dirty at all but the force of Pat´s lips against Pran´s gave Pran a clue about how much Pat loved him back. And Pat confirmed it with every little ´I love you´ that left his mouth between small kisses he placed all over Pran´s face.
After like the 20th ´I love you´ from Pat, Pran started giggling. He really got the most ridiculous man out there. How lucky.
“Okay Pat, I get it. That’s enough,” Pran laughed while he tried to push Pat away. Not that he wanted him gone but he had to stop this madness.
“I love you,” Pat said clearly this time with a pout on his face. “Give me a kiss, baby,” Pat puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Young Pran, the one who wasn’t dating Pat Napat Jindapat, would never miss this opportunity. However, this Pran, the one who belonged to Pat, who had the love of his life at the reach of a hand, was a little shit who liked to tease because this Pran knew his Pat wasn’t going anywhere.
Pran leaned forward and placed a kiss on Pat´s forehead. The aggressive frustrated growl Pat let out only made Pran giggle more.
“Praaan, give me a kiss,” Pat demanded so Pran kissed his nose this time.
“Come on, give me a real kiss,” Pat furrowed his eyebrows and opened his eyes just to give Pran a very grumpy look.
“It was a real kiss, it's not my fault that you don’t know what a kiss is,” Pran said.
“I will show you what a real kiss is, you asshole,” Pat grabbed his face again and showed his tongue down Pran´s throat. Pran yelped but didn’t do anything to stop Pat. Soon they found a tempo that was working for both of them and both of their moans slowly filled the room. After what felt like hours of making out, Pat pulled away and looked at Pran´s swollen lips. “When I ask for a kiss, I expect you to give me something like this,” Pat smirked.
“If we are alone then yes, in public though? No way,” Pran said still a bit stupid and breathless from the real kiss.
“In public?! Mr. Parakul you wanna kiss in public? With your enemy? How scandalous,” Par fakely gasped.
“Shit, you´re right. I forgot who we are for a second,” Pran giggled awkwardly while rubbing his temple.
“Who? Two soulmates who finally found some courage to confess their love to each other?” Pat asked as if it was nothing. In an ideal universe, yes, that’s exactly who they were. In this one, it was much more complicated.
“Pran, my love, I can't handle the sad look you are giving me again. The rooftop almost killed me, don't do that to me again. We are in this together, now you know I love you too and I will fight for us. Our friends will accept us and if not, they are not our real friends. Our parents will be tougher to get through but they will understand. Every parent wants their children to be happy so when they see how happy we make each other they will soften, I promise,” Pat smiled gently. That was all Pran needed to hear to feel a bit more optimistic about their situation.
“I am so lucky to fall in love with the right person,” Pran said and pulled Pat into another kiss. “We´ll be alright,” Pran whispered.
“Yes, we will,” Pat pulled him into a hug.
“I can't believe we had this conversation while you are kneeling naked in front of me,” Pran chuckled.
“Yeah, you should've been naked as well,” Pat quickly pecked Pran´s neck before standing up and offering Pran a hand. “Let's move this to a bedroom, kitten,” Pat wiggled his eyebrows. “I believe the loser has some unfinished business with the winner of the bet. He owes him a head or maybe something more, I'm not sure” Pat whispered the last sentence into Pran´s ear when Pran stood up and grabbed Pat's waiting hand.
“Well, if it makes the loser feel better then who am I to refuse?” Pran bit his lower lip. He was hard since the minute Pat showed up only with the towel around his waist. It was time to end this torture.
“You are my super sexy boyfriend Pran, it was a really stupid question to ask,” Pat grinned mischievously.
“Oh shut up Pat,” Pran rolled his eyes and dragged Pat to the bedroom himself.
“I love you too,” Pat replied happily.