Archive of Our Own

.
.
.
.
.
Things weren't going well for Phuwin; work, university, people… everything stressed him out. Since breaking up with his "almost something" (or rather, "almost nothing") a year ago, his life had become monotonous, boring, and utterly disappointing. All his friends, except one, were in relationships, and to top it all off, they rubbed it in his face. Needless to say, he hated relationships because they bitterly reminded him that he had no one to love.

There was one week left in September, and in his memory, the entire month had been rather dull. Resigned, he listened to his classmates murmuring. He had to admit he was in love with one of them, but at the same time, he irritated him more than anyone else. How he hated Pond, that damn face, yet so perfect, and though he didn't want to admit it, it felt so good to have his gaze on him.

lost in thought, he felt a slap on the head.

"Ow! What the hell?" He turned around, frowning, while rubbing his head.

"Sorry, buddy, but you acted like a complete idiot and didn't listen to me," said Fourth, laughing and not caring much if Phuwin was okay.

"There are ways to get attention, you know?" he muttered under his breath.

"Okay, okay, whatever, you're going to the party, right?" he smiled innocently as he shook the shorter boy.

"Party? What party? I don't have any money," said Phuwin, trying to break free from the blond's tight grip.

"Come on! I'll treat you, but we're going together, okay? I don't want to go alone," he pretended to pout as he squeezed Phuwin's cheek.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes in annoyance, "but I'm not drinking."

"By the way, you already said it, guess who's coming?" she grinned mischievously.

"I don't care who comes, just don't bother me," he muttered, paying attention to what the teacher was saying.

Fourth leaned close to the younger boy's ear and whispered:
"Pond's coming, so get ready, buddy." He took a step back and burst out laughing at Phuwin's deep blush, drawing the attention of the entire class, who turned to look at them curiously, including Pond, who smiled at the boy's flushed face.

"I wish the ground would swallow me up," Phuwin muttered, embarrassed.
.
.
.
.
.
"Does this look okay?" the brunette murmured, somewhat hesitantly.

The blond simply whistled, looking at him flirtatiously. "You look divine and charming," he said, playfully slapping Phuwin's rear and laughing at his friend's embarrassed expression.

"Okay, I'll take this," the younger one said more confidently. His outfit consisted of a short, sheer white shirt that revealed his chest and pale collarbones, along with soft black trousers that accentuated his slim, smooth waist. He also wore heels that made him look taller and, finally, a silver chain around his waist, which made him even more attractive.

He smiled, pleased with how handsome he looked, and turned to look at the blond boy. The boy, on the other hand, was wearing a black mesh top and flared leather pants, along with black heels with silver details and matching silver accessories on his neck, hands, and wrists.

"You look great," Phuwin said with a smile.

Fourth smiled and turned away. After a brief photo session, they both gathered their belongings and went downstairs from the little boy's room, where they met his mother.

"Mom, we're leaving now. I'll be back early, okay?" Phuwin said, kissing his mother on the forehead.

"Well, son, take care. You look great. I'm sure lots of guys are going to fall for you," she said, looking at the two boys as she took a sip of coffee.

"Sure, Mom, we look really good today," said the blond boy, making the brunette roll his eyes.

The woman laughed at the sight of the two boys and said goodbye.
.
.
.
.
.
Once at the party, Phuwin realized that the "small party" Fourth had described was something else entirely. It was anything but small; it was a two-story house packed with people dancing and drinking. On the balconies, he saw several boys and girls, and a couple or two couples making out shamelessly. The brown-haired boy rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Come on, come on, I have a friend I want you to meet," the blond boy said with an excited smile, pulling the younger boy inside.

As they entered, he realized there were many more people, all dancing and some already quite drunk. Fourth dragged him to a table where he recognized several friends and classmates, and although he didn't want to admit it, there he was, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, his impressive muscles bulging beneath his unbuttoned black shirt. His neck and collarbones were visible, and the chains hanging from his neck gave him such a sexy look that Phuwin had to squeeze his legs together at the sudden pull. But what attracted the most attention were his muscles, which were clearly visible through the fabric.

And for the first time in his life, Phuwin felt the blood rush to his head. He looked incredible, with that damn smile on his reddish lips, his defined jawline, and his slightly tousled hair that made him look so fuckable.

He swallowed hard, feigning composure, and sat down next to Boom and Book, chatting about everything while discreetly watching Pond talk to Joss and Force about things he didn't understand.

Eternal minutes passed for the boy with the beautiful brown hair until Perth arrived with drinks for everyone. He held a glass of an unfamiliar beverage between his fingers.

"Do you know what that drink is called?" Book whispered in his ear so he could hear better.

"No, why? Is it ugly?" he asked nervously, afraid of making a fool of himself in front of everyone, especially Pond.

Book laughed and shook his head. "It's not that. Knowing Perth, he probably ordered a double helping of alcohol. Try it and see."

Phuwin hesitated, but took a small sip, feeling the bitter liquor burn his throat. "What is this?" he said, pursing his lips.

Boom, beside him, laughed, covering his mouth. "It's Nuclear Winter."

Phuwin hesitated, but took another sip, this time more confidently.

He wasn't aware of how much he drank, but he did know that Fourth and Santa had dragged him to dance with some other guys. He felt someone open his mouth and pour a lot of vodka, rum, and other drinks he didn't recognize into it. His throat burned, but he didn't care too much.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get more drinks," Santa called out in his ear. He nodded awkwardly, dancing next to Satang, but soon felt someone grab him by the waist and pull him away. Before he could complain, he caught a rather strong scent and muscular arms spun him around, leaving him facing him.

And though he couldn't believe it, Pond was standing in front of him, staring intently, devouring him with his gaze. Phuwin felt small in his arms and instinctively placed his hands on his chest, a grave mistake, as he gasped softly at the sensation of Naravit's abs.

"Are you dizzy, Phu?" he murmured in the boy's ear, pulling him closer to his muscular chest.

The brown-haired boy shook his head. A more provocative song began to play, and Phuwin pressed himself completely against him, his hips brushing against the taller man's. Instinctively, Naravit pulled him even closer.

"Shall we dance...?" She whispered close to the lips of the dark-haired man, standing on her tiptoes.

Minutes later, he was already rubbing against Pond, who was squeezing his waist from behind and kissing his neck without moving. It was obvious everyone had seen them, and even recorded them, but they didn't care.

He trembled as he felt Pond speak in a husky voice against his already nibbled neck.

"I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck that ass of yours," he murmured against his neck, squeezing one of his buttocks.

The smaller boy gasped, blushing, and nodded without thinking much about it.
.
.
.
.
.
He didn't know where he was, only that Pond had taken him from the party and put him in his car. As he drove, he squeezed his thighs and kissed him shamelessly while the traffic light was red.

He parked in a secluded spot on the outskirts of town and leaned in to kiss him more comfortably. They both moaned against each other's mouths before reclining the seat. Naravit pulled away from the young man and patted his legs, inviting Phuwin to sit on top of him.

Without much thought, the handsome brown-haired boy sat down, panting as he felt Naravit's strong hands squeezing and slapping his buttocks.

"Fuck me now, please," he moaned pitifully as he rubbed his ass against the older man's erect cock.

"If that's what you want, baby, I won't be gentle with your little body. I'm going to destroy this ass of yours." Pond smiled before tearing off his shirt, revealing his swollen nipples. He nibbled at them as he reached for the shorter man's trousers.

Phuwin could only moan and press the older man to his chest as he rubbed against his penis. He quickly pulled down his pants and kissed him again.

Naravit removed Phuwin's pants, leaving him completely naked underneath, his skin soft and warm except for the necklace adorning his narrow waist. He grinned, removing his shirt and pants, revealing his already growing bulge. He traced kisses down the boy's body to his thighs, biting them hard and making sure to leave marks on his milky skin. He left more marks until he reached his hole and pressed his tongue against it. The young man groaned loudly, his hand reaching for Pond's dark hair.

"Oh, fuck, Naravit! Keep going, keep going!" The brunette arched his back, biting his lip as he looked down at Pond between his legs, which rested on his shoulders; those strong shoulders, as strong as, or even stronger than, his back.

The older man smiled before pulling back his tongue and bringing his fingers to the red lips of the brown-haired man.

"Open your mouth and lick them good, darling," he said sweetly before squeezing the younger boy's jaw tightly and shoving his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. He smiled as the boy took his fingers, sucking on them with difficulty, but with a silly grin and a deep blush on his cheeks.

"What a good little slut you are," Naravit smirked arrogantly before guiding his fingers to the younger boy's hole and inserting two.

The brunette moaned, grabbing one of the older boy's biceps, digging his nails in.

"Damn! More, Naravit, more..." he gasped, bringing his lips closer to his and guiding the older boy's hand deeper.

Pond nodded with pleasure before leaning back in his seat with one hand as he began thrusting his fingers deeper and faster into the younger boy's hole.

He moved his fingers harder, listening to the squelching of the lubricant. He smiled at the sight of Phuwin beneath him, sweaty, flushed, and ravaged by his fingers inside him, his legs spread just for him, covered in self-inflicted marks, marks he claimed as his own.

He withdrew his fingers from the smaller man and slapped his buttocks before pulling out his penis and stroking it. Phuwin stared, mesmerized, at that piece of meat, dripping precum. Its head was so thick he swore he could feel it inside, the veins bulging, giving it an utterly delicious and tempting appearance. He licked his lips, staring at that cock that beckoned him to take it inside.

I looked into the older man's eyes and saw his mocking smile as he stroked his member. Phuwin opened his mouth and ran his hand over his abs until he touched the boy's cock.

"Please, Pond, put it in," he whispered, his eyes shining as he looked at Naravit.

Without much thought, Pond guided his cock toward the young man's hole, beginning to penetrate him. He groaned deeply as he felt the dark-haired man's tightness. Phuwin, for his part, moaned pitifully at the intrusion, opening his legs even wider. Before he could breathe properly, he felt a sharp tug as he was penetrated to the hilt.

He screamed loudly as he hugged the older man, clinging to Pond's back as small tears ran down his flushed cheeks.

He didn't expect the older man to stand up, grab his ankles, and place them on his shoulders. he began to move with much more force, grunting and smiling arrogantly at the sight of him so ravaged.

The young man groaned loudly, trying to grab hold of something because of the powerful thrusts. He clutched his abdomen with trembling hands as he felt a noticeable bulge. Naravit spread his legs and placed a hand on the young man's neck as he moved even more forcefully. Phuwin's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and instinctively, he placed his hands on the older man's arm as he tried to breathe.

Pond loosened her grip and brought her hand to the young man's jaw, forcing his mouth open and spitting inside.

"Swallow it," she growled against his face. Phuwin simply obeyed with a sharp moan. The brunette smiled with pleasure and kissed him, biting his lips in the process.

After several minutes, during which Phuwin came twice, Pond began to move much faster, making the young man groan. He was completely sensitive from his recent orgasms; saliva ran from his lips to his chin.

"I'm about to come, Phu..." Pond murmured huskily. The young man smiled lazily before feeling a thick liquid inside him. He groaned, exhausted, bringing his hand to his abdomen, feeling a small bulge and, on top of it, his semen.

They both gasped, exhausted. Pond placed her hands on top of Phuwin to prevent her weight from crushing him.

"Are you okay, Phu?" Pond whispered, affectionately stroking the shorter boy's cheek. Phuwin glanced at him from under his eyelashes, already quite tired and sleepy.

Phuwin simply nodded, lost in thought, until sleep finally overtook him.