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Rugby is said to be one of the most physical of sports. When the game begins, a kick-off is taken from the centre of the field, everyone scrambles to grab the ball- tackling and mauling to score a try once the ball is in play. A try is scored when a player touches the ball to the ground in the opponent's in-goal giving your team 5 points.
You and your teammates have an 80-minute time frame to get more points than your opponent. Most think that would be more than enough time but for Pran in this very moment, it was no better than 10 minutes.
He was stripped and worn from the beginning of the game, the sweat soaking through his rugby jersey and his mouth dry, equivalent to sandpaper. Nothing seemed to be enough in this moment, he was unable to run so he paused for a minute as his gaze shifted from the field of players to one person in particular.
Pran took in deep and rough breaths as he tried to calm down his heartbeat and steady himself, he felt as if he was Astro projecting from his body, like he was looking down at himself as Pat stared straight back at him.
He tried to look away almost flustered but before he could, those fierce eyes turned from playfulness to concern. Pat’s expression shifted from the excitement and energy into a look of question and worry.
That was when Pran felt a sudden force against his side and he was dragged straight back into his body from his previous fuzzy state. He was tackled to the ground and the ball was stolen from his now limp arms. He blinked a few times quite startled and tried to sit up; this was bound to happen he thought as he sighed feeling sick to his stomach.
It was no secret that him and his boyfriend were on opposing teams for this match.
It should be an insignificant detail in moments like this- when they were competing but as their relationship grew stronger the urge to beat Pat dwindled. A few months of love and the fondness had grown inside him monumentally that just Pat’s bright smile was enough of a victory to him.
At the beginning of the match, he knew he had already lost and not just because of the scorching heat from the sun or the lack of motivation he held, but from the way Pat looked in his jersey, as well as his unprovoked, shameless flirting. His surprise phobia also didn’t help.
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“Ready for the game, baby? I don’t think I have the heart to beat you,” Pat teased with a light smile as he looked down at Pran seated on the bench. At that point, Pran was too focused on Pat’s face and already floored just by the playful fire in his eyes.
Today it held a different kind of heat, it was not hot or aggressive like it’s supposed to be in this situation: it just tingled, it reminded him of how Pat looked in bed, it was a look of seduction and love. It excited him.
Before they dated, competition was everything for them, it excited both and Pran knew the real reason for that- it was the only thing they could do in their childhood together and enjoy fully without any pretences. When he was a child and Pran won he knew that Pat would continue looking at him, it used to be enough for him.
He was happy that he was the centre of Pat’s world in those moments, this continued as they grew in age, becoming almost an act of instinct. Looking back at it: it was so childish but now everything had shifted, he didn’t care whether he lost or won against Pat and neither did his boyfriend. Pran knew from Pat’s eyes that he was playing a game right now so he decided to play along.
He let out a little scoff trying to shake the slight exhilaration that thumped through his blood “You’re acting as if you’ve already won the game,” Pran looked up at him with a loving yet annoyed smile. “If you’re not careful one day your head might get too big and your neck won’t be able to support it.”
Pat lets a little fake but adorable pout grace his face “My boyfriend always makes everything cute I say into something to mock me,” he whines and sits down beside Pran in a cute, pretend huff.
Pran lets out a giggle, feeling like a teenage girl God I’m so whipped for this man, thankfully not as whipped as he is for me though he thinks before sliding a bit closer beside Pat and placing a hand over his “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. My boyfriend is very romantic and thoughtful.” Pran relents before placing a light peck on his cheek.
He thinks he heard some people cheer but in that moment he didn’t care. This instantly makes a bright smile reappear on Pat’s face, a sense of joy instantly embraced him and filled his heart fully.
Pat felt warm, a loving sense of warmth that overtook him with rapid energy. “Will I get a reward from my boyfriend if I beat you?” Pat asks mostly light-hearted but Pran sensed a tinge of lust behind those words and that made the tingling present again, this time however it travelled deep towards his abdomen.
“That depends on your boyfriend,” he says trying to make the searing lust evaporate. “Ask him when you see him next time,” Pran shrugs his voice sounding a little too fond but it matched its main purpose: of telling Pat to go back to his team and concentrate, if he even wants a chance of getting into his pants tonight.
Pat seemed almost oblivious to the stubble slyness in Pran’s comment somehow, “I definitely will,” he smirks in retaliation.
“Go back to your team” Pran plainly clarifies with a small smile and his abdomen now on fire. Pat kisses his cheek quickly which Pran was too slow to dodge, he just sighs before he lets out a devoted yet slightly annoyed “Go.”
Pat gets to his feet “Of course, boyfriend” he says sweetly to which Pran almost blushes. Before Pat walks away he gives his boyfriend a mischievous smile almost as if he’s keeping a secret.
Pran feels a slight sweat overtake him, it wasn’t from the sun but it was the true reason as to why he hurried his boyfriend away. He sometimes despised the effect Pat has on him and it only becomes worse as he notices the back muscles shifting underneath Pat’s jersey as he walks towards his teammates.
It wasn’t long before Pran realised he couldn’t stay seated for much longer, he quickly grabbed a water bottle discarding the cap, and chugged it down however, it didn’t do much to calm him.
He felt a slight wave of frustration as he saw Pat jumping up and down excitedly, no matter how cute he looked from his waist up, it was as if Pat didn’t notice that something else was also swaying up and down because of his movements.
Previously, when they had their last game even though he noticed it, it didn’t matter or it mattered less as Pran was all too concentrated on winning. Regardless, before Pat wasn’t his boyfriend but now, he was and that changed everything.
Pran knew he was the only one looking at him this way but it didn’t do much to satiate his annoyance and fear that his boyfriend was revealing too much, the intense bulge was too noticeable for Pran to not feel slightly pissed off.
I mean a bunch of people are already in the crowd to witness the match between engineering and architecture, doesn’t he notice how obvious it is? Pran splashes a bit of the water in his face to cool himself off.
“You good?” Wai asks him with slight concern as he hits his back lightly. Pran jumps a bit in surprise prying his eyes away from Pat, it causes him a low rush of dread.
Pran looks back at him and nods trying to feel a bit calmer after taking his mind off of his puppy-like boyfriend, he needs to get through this game he tells himself “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just really hot today,” he replies. Wai nods back in agreement and takes a swig of his own water bottle.
Pat notices the annoyance radiating from his lover and almost lets out a too-loud chuckle. The jealousy was apparent on Pran’s face and it was all too cute to him. It’s been a while since he’s seen this kind of reaction from him because Pat was an amazing boyfriend, he knew he was attentive and awesome at communication so there was never much need for Pran to be upset.
However, Pran’s glances that raked over his body when he was practicing previously were too hard to ignore, this urge ignited further when Pat noticed how they sometimes shifted towards the bulge in his rugby shorts. He didn’t bring it up at that moment in time but when this continued at later practices Pat knew he had to put a plan into action at one of their future games.
Was it a bit mean? Maybe. Was it going to result in amazing sex? Most definitely.
Korn and Mo kept on joking around with him as they stretched and warmed up but his entire focus was still on Pran and the slight heat that covered his face, it’s been a while since he’s seen Pran this strung out and that made him satisfied.
Pat was sure that he was not going too far so he decided to show off his body a bit more by lifting up his shirt at certain points pretending as though he was fanning himself off due to the heat.
The shift in Pran’s features when he saw Pat’s abs was adorable, it went from slight shock to something he couldn’t quite identify to imminent arousal. Suddenly, Pat was finding it hard to hold back his laugh. He let it out loud, it sounded overjoyed- Pran wasn’t the type to show how much he wanted Pat sexually especially in public so getting him this worked up wasn’t an easy feat. It made him want to go even further.
When Pran had recovered from Pat’s display he keeps giving him small playful glares of disapproval but it was obvious that this did little to discourage him. Pran lets out a sigh of relief when the game begins.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves Pat and his need to tease Pran occasionally, Pran doesn’t think it’s wrong in any way since they both enjoy it; he even gets why Pat does it and he even reciprocates it at certain increments.
It’s just that Pat is impulsive from time to time and that causes him to go too far. He’s too extreme occasionally and even though Pran wants to talk about it he doesn’t want Pat to take it the wrong way and think he’s pressuring him to do things he doesn’t want or is forcing him in any way because really, he’s not.
He just hates surprises; it makes him anxious to be in this state in public before any discussion or warning.
I must be overthinking it again Pran wonders as he faces the other team after they all get into formation. His heat still hasn’t settled and he feels restless and on edge, when he looks over at Pat, he sees a slight smirk on his face so he grins back and rolls his eyes.
Even though Pat is a little shit, he can’t help but love him more whenever he looks this confident in himself. He’d never want Pat to feel awkward so he decides to get over it and tells himself Pat is basically an oversized, lovable puppy, there’s no reason to be so delicate.
He still couldn’t form a proper smile on his face though, which frustrated him further. When kick-off starts Pran decides to let it go, simply trying to brush it off.
Someone to his side passes him the ball which he adjusts into a tight grip before running towards the goal line, his pace is expeditious yet he’s precise in his movements. He ducks and weaves through people even with the discomfort that’s dwelling inside him and the heat still swelling. Remembrance unassured him and he feels numerous bodies pummel into him as he falls, he passes to a teammate as the men upon him increase in number.
Thankfully, he sees Wai dodge Chang and cross the goal line getting them a try. Before he can celebrate though he feels a hand travel down his chest instantly shifting his mood to unsure, he knows Pat and a few other of his unaware teammates are concealing this exhibit but he’s still anxious.
They all get off him when the referee blows the whistle to indicate that the architecture team has scored 5 points, “Nice work, baby” he hears lowly in his ear before Pat helps him up. He feels the need to lick his dry lips at that, it was his boyfriend whispering in his ear so you can’t blame him.
“Thanks, but you’re supposed to be my rival right now... Isn’t your team going to think you’re letting architecture score easy points?” he smiles with a little sarcasm coating his tone.
Pat just shrugs and looks at him back with a similar smile that somehow becomes more teasing when he speaks, “I don’t care what they think, this is just supposed to be a friendly match right?” he laughs before he runs back to his team’s side.
Somehow, I think you're being too friendly Pran thinks when he sees Pat wink at him. It stirs him up causing Pran to look away silently biting his bottom lip to calm down before going back to his team.
All Pran can do is smile in fondness though. Pat was just being sweet and that caused the affection to swell inside Pran so he continues to play a bit happier letting thoughts of his surprise phobia flow away.
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Pat was going too far!... Pran has had enough and now it’s making his blood boil at an alarming rate.
He can handle the flirting, the stubble touches, even the dirty talk. It was cute and could be considered charming but tackling him to the ground and grabbing his dick without any warning. It was too much.
He felt shocked and embarrassed, the uncertainty ate away at him.
When Pat ground down a bit against him after Korn grabbed the ball, Pran pushed him off in anger and walked away without saying anything. He was a bit too unreasonably upset.
Pran knew he was being a bit ridiculous and was aware he was just startled. He didn’t want to make Pat feel bad, he just felt too caught off guard.
His breathing grew more irregular with the terror, jagged and rough. His reaction and feelings were disproportionate to the situation but he couldn’t stop them from overflowing his insides. It’s almost the end, right? He thought staring at the timer, I just want this to be over, I just want to go home and cry in my bed, huddled up in my blankets.
It felt heart-wrenching and so ridiculously dumb. That was the trouble of this. He would have been good with it if he had known Pat was going to do this or had discussed this with him beforehand, explained to him how far he was going to go but now… He couldn’t even look at him.
He felt so frightened.
Pran continued to play just wanting it to be over, they were behind in many points but like he said before he didn’t care if he won or lost… against his boyfriend…
It was in a different context than before, earlier Pran didn’t feel any need to beat Pat but now he just wanted to go home and hide.
He gripped the ball hard against his chest in aggravation.
Pran took in deep and rough breaths as he tried to calm down his heartbeat and steady himself, he felt as if he was Astro projecting from his body, like he was looking down at himself as Pat stared straight back at him.
He tried to look away almost flustered but before he could, those fierce eyes turned from playfulness to concern. Pat’s expression shifted from the excitement and energy into a look of question and worry.
That was when Pran felt a sudden force against his side and he was dragged straight back into his body from his previous fuzzy state. He was tackled to the ground and the ball was stolen from his now limp arms. He blinked a few times quite startled and tried to sit up; this was bound to happen he thought as he sighed feeling sick to his stomach.
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With Pran in this state architecture obviously lost. Everyone seemed a bit disappointed and rightfully so, they had an amazing start so because of the loss, frustration radiated in the air. However, no one was more upset than Pran, he looked like a mess and almost on the brink of tears.
Everyone who looked at him thought it was strange, most had never seen Pran like this- he was typically good at masking his emotions and was the type to stay calm. They assumed it was because of the game, everyone was upset because of it so Pran probably is as well they reasoned.
Wai came up to him slightly dissatisfied too, “Pran, you going home now?” He asked curiously just before Pran masked his emotions.
“Yeah.”
His friend looked at him in concern, “Do you want to go out for drinks-”
“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice.
“It’s just a game Pran, it’s not a big deal. Plus, you were playing against your boyfriend-” he tried to reason but was cut off again.
“Fuck’s sake Wai, I said I’m going home!” He glared at him and Wai looked back at him in shock. Pran tried to collect himself in a panic: what the hell Pran, it’s not his fault you’re scared.
“…Sorry… I guess I’m just tired” Pran said in a calmer manner that eased Wai’s imminent shock, “I’m just going to bed when I get home, you should invite Louis and Safe instead” he lets out a little laugh trying to make it sound as normal as possible, “I’ll just fall asleep while drinking.”
Wai just nods still a little confused, “Okay, chill man. I get it, I’ll ask them instead,” he said with a minuscule smile a bit reassured that Pran was just tired. “Then I’ll leave first,” he nods before walking away from him.
Pran lets out an exhale of relief still trying to adjust to the sickness attacking his heart, he felt it being squeezed at small intervals and whenever he took in a deep breath. He wanted to let out a sob due to the fear.
He crossed the field and sat down on the bench that he had occupied before the match; he began to collect his things and think. He needs to talk to Pat about this- they need to have an open conversation. He can’t do this for much longer.
Pat was so confused as he stood on that field, the match was over and they had won. Nevertheless, that look on Pran’s face stalked his mind, it was different: not angry, not sad, not horny- just anxious in a lack of a better word. That couldn’t possibly be because of the game.
His actions didn’t fit that narrative. Neither cared about the game, right? No.
That wasn’t it. His friends celebrated around him patting him on the back, giving him high fives, he felt like he had disregarded their efforts so he gave them a lacklustre smile. He scanned the area and rested his eyes on Pran sitting on a bench looking tired, he had masked himself at this point but Pat noticed a hint of dismay clouding his entire frame.
He walked over to Pran slightly nervous, had he gone too far? This isn’t like Pran at all. He tried to be cheerful, hoping Pran was just spacing out, “Hey boyfriend,” he smiled full of life, “Me and the guys are gonna-”
“Don’t talk to me,” Pran said in a fearful rage and Pat looked taken aback, he blinked in confusion a few times. Even Pran himself looked confused but he continued by pushing past him.
Before he could leave Pat gently grabbed his hand, in that moment when Pran looked back at him he saw an expression on Pran’s face that he had never seen before- especially one that was directed to him. “Don’t touch me. In fact, don’t even look at me right now. We’ll talk later.” He choked out those words as if they were stuck in his throat, “You went too far.” He pulled his hand from the gentle grip and walked away.
What? Pat was confused, of every kind of reaction he expected he had never once considered something like this. He felt a panic bubble up in his stomach as he mulled over Pran’s words and expression. I went too far.
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Pran was a wreck, as soon as he got home, he dropped to the ground still in his dirty, green, and white rugby uniform. At that moment, he thought, even before he let the tears out, fuck, this is going to be bad.
The next thing Pran knew he was bawling his eyes out against his pillow in bed, he didn’t know how he got there or when he did but he didn’t care much either. His breathing was disjointed and intense, he felt his breath fading away as he remembered his mom’s angered face.
When his phone started to ring and he saw the caller Id of ‘Just a friend’ he turned it off and threw it to the side before sinking his face into his pillow. He antagonised that too thinking I need to talk to him, he’s probably so worried.
All he could think about was Pat and his own stupid surprise phobia. It was all his parent’s fault, if they hadn’t instilled this anxiety into his mind, he would still be normal. He should have told his boyfriend the truth but he chooses to get angry before any explanation. It’s not like Pat can read his mind.
He lets himself cry for another half an hour while agonising over the details: I really went off at my boyfriend because of my stupid surprise phobia, Pat is probably really confused, I should have talked to him in that moment.
He didn’t want Pat to get the wrong idea but he realises it’s a bit too late for that. Why did I have to run away? I need to talk to Pat. He cried till his throat went hoarse and his eyes turned red. He slowed his breathing and tried to focus his eyes on the wall in front of him where Pran and Pat’s uniforms hung.
After a few minutes of sniffling sobs and calming himself down there’s a hesitant knock on his door.
Pat was still standing there on that field for a good 5 minutes before he realises what had just happened, it was hard to process. He didn’t really understand at first what Pran meant but after he mulled over it for a minute or two, he wanted to slap himself into oblivion.
The thought that he was the cause of Pran’s suffering filled him with such deep regret and resentment against himself. He couldn’t pinpoint when Pran’s face changed but it had to be right before the end of the game… When I groped him?
It must be, right? Oh no, did Pran not like it?... Has he been forcing himself on Pran?... What if Pran has been faking it? …Am I a rapist without even knowing it all this time?... At that thought Pat feels disgusted with himself, he feels the need to throw up. He almost does as well, a wave of sickness floats up his chest until he’s almost coughing up his lunch.
He steadies himself, now dizzy, and tries to find a better explanation. No, wait… Pran and him agreed to go slow in the beginning and had thoroughly discussed it before they did it the first few times. I made sure there was no room for Pran being uncomfortable or hating it... So why now?...
He continued to overthink it for so long as he sat in the diver seat of his car and just stared at the steering wheel. He had gone too far?... In which moment? Or are there other moments when he had gone too far as well? Has he been going too far since the beginning? He must have, there was so much hatred and fear in Pran’s eyes when he looked at him.
Just the thought of how much he hurt Pran and the alarm that Pran hated him made his eyes well up with tears. For the next couple of minutes, he let himself cry, he was choking and sobbing trying to figure out what Pran meant. When he tried to call him, his calls were rejected going straight to voicemail again and again. He just cried louder.
Additionally, the crashing waves of upheaval were unrelenting. I need to talk to him. I want to apologise, make Pran feel better, stop his suffering. I don’t want him to think I hurt him on purpose. I want to know what he meant. Need to know how to make him feel better. And I need to make sure this never happens again.
With his body on autopilot, he drove home, ran up to the elevator and down the hallway to Pran’s room. His body stopped when he faced to the door, he was nervous. What do I do? I can’t just go in, that might hurt him more. Knock on the door? He might not even open it. He might not want to even see me. That would mean he needs more time, right? I won’t know unless I try.
Pat was worried about so much but his biggest fear was that he destroyed their relationship and made Pran miserable. The worst part was that he didn’t even know it before Pran said it, he should have noticed his discomfort. When had he become so ignorant? He lifted his fist to the door slowly and gave it two reluctant knocks.
When he didn’t hear anything- not even any sound of shuffling on the inside, he grew more hesitant. He knocked again, the fear welling up inside him, the sadness rubbing against his nerves- he didn’t know when he started crying again but he felt the wetness against his cheeks. That’s when the door opened and he saw Pran’s face.
They both looked at one another, regret and relief on both their faces. That’s when Pat was overcome with despair, the look on Pran’s face caused him guilt and it was eating away at him “I’m so sorry,” he said sincerely, “I didn’t want to cause you pain, I’ve only ever wanted to make you happy and I really regret that I didn’t ask how you were feeling each step of the way-”
He was instantly cut off by Pran who hugged him and pulled him inside before shutting the door, “Come in before you say that stuff, anyone could hear you,” Pran replied and gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his two thumbs placed on either side of his face.
Pat was hesitant still “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know now, I went too far.”
A small comforting smile grew on Pran’s face, “Why would I feel uncomfortable after you’ve apologised, I already know you never meant to hurt me. It’s more my fault actually.” He couldn’t stand to see Pat in tears, it was worse than any other fear he has. It breaks his heart.
Pat shook his head in denial, the next few words came out in a choked whimper like Pat’s throat was closing up on itself, “It’s not your fault, I- I touched you without your consent.” Pat replies looking disgusted in himself, the bile almost rising up his throat.
He was trying to recoil away from himself, as if he was terrified of his own body. He was shaking from the words he had spat out, trying not to make direct eye contact, looking like a snake trying to shed its begrimed skin.
Fuck Pat had taken it the wrong way, explain yourself properly Pran he thought to himself, “Listen to me Pat” Pran commands gently holding both his hands, “It’s not that at all, you should know by now I love it when you touch me. It’s just the uncertainty that I was more scared of, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want. I just want you to tell me how far you’re going to go in public before you do.” Pran concludes in a comforting and calm manner feeling increasingly stupid that he didn’t just explain this before and caused Pat so much self-resentment.
Pran felt so shocked that Pat thought he was essentially sexually assaulting him, it took him a moment to collect himself.
Pat’s eyes grew wide, “So you don’t hate me?” Before he knew it, Pran was hugging him with so much emotion trying to erase that feeling and thought from his mind. His arms wrapped around his back intimately as he cuddled into his chest against the sweat-soaked rugby jersey. In that moment though he didn’t care.
“I could never hate you,” Pran looks shocked beyond belief from the things he was hearing, he realises he should have talked to Pat in that moment- cleared it up with him and not let his boyfriend go so far as to think such ridiculous things.
After Pran and Pat discuss their boundaries again in a healthy and mature way, with a few tears along the way, they both hug one another lovingly. Pat had his arms wrapped around Pran’s waist now too as Pran slightly looked up at him, Pat presses a light kiss against his cheek over his dimple.
Pran look at him bit sadly, “I’m sorry too, I got too angry and I was acting irrational because of my phobophobia… A few years ago, I found out I had a fear of surprises- I researched it, that’s what it’s called. It developed when my unconscious mind was linked to an event in which phobia was experienced with emotional trauma and stress. Kinda like when my parents showed up during our high school Christmas performance… I should have just told you about it but I’ve always thought it was such a stupid fear.” He felt serious regret due to his previous reaction but when he saw Pat smile at him in understanding, he felt slightly less awful.
Pat caressed his cheek with his hand gently and lifted his face “It’s serious if it affects you this much baby. It’s not stupid whatsoever, we were both effected by that day. I had nightmares after it. You would obviously be affected more since they’re your parents, next time let’s save ourselves the trouble and tears and just talk to each other, okay?”
They both let out a little laugh at that and Pran nodded against Pat’s chest in agreement before snuggling up against one another on the couch, not too concerned that they were still in their filthy rugby uniforms. Pat and Pran both looked dishevelled, almost as if they had been hit by a car but they both felt so much comfort against one another, they were ultimately unable to move.
Pat kisses his cheek gently before looking at him enamoured, “You were scared and that’s not your fault at all. I understand.”
Pran feels a sense of relief over take him, he felt alive again when he realised his boyfriend understood him, in that moment he reached the conclusion that this was what he wanted from the beginning. Pat to understand him.
“And just talk to me next time, okay boyfriend?” Pat finally says in his usual flirty and playful tone.
Pran lets out a small laugh, a little blush brushing his cheeks, “Of course, I won’t let you think such horrible thoughts again… I love you.” Pran replies blushing more and resting his face in Pat’s chest again.
Pat is caught off guard by that as Pran usually shows his love through his actions instead of his words but eagerly replies “I love you too,” with a bright smile that makes his eyes go small. Pran glances up at him again thinking, that smile is worth all the embarrassment in the world.
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“Wait. So, you don’t mind what I do in public to you as long as I tell you about it first before I do it?” Somehow after an hour of talking, warm cuddles and loving kisses the conversation had diverted into this and Pran wasn’t sure how.
He stopped cuddling Pat and looked at him with a little knowing smirk, “Yeah,” he replied slightly suspicious and lifted up an eyebrow “I just need to know about it to be mentally prepared. Like I said surprises aren’t my thing. They give me panic attacks.” Pran concluded brushing the hair away from Pat’s eyes with a loving gaze.
Pat looked back at him with a mirrored smirk and grabbed Pran’s hand: the one that’s currently touching his hair, “So what if I said something like… I’m going touch you so much in public that you cry,” Pat whispered in his ear. He began to slowly pushing Pran back against the side of the couch, “and then later take you to a stall and fuck you until you whine. Would you let me?”
Pran looked back at Pat directly in his eyes, after he sees the same tingling stare he had on the field, he noticed a challenge there and this is the one game he decided not to get Pat win today, “Yeah actually, I would,” he replied as he leaned his face up to Pat’s ear.
He felt Pat shiver a little which was soon over taken by Pat’s gentle kisses to his hand. First on the fingertips, then to the knuckles leading higher up to Pran’s wrist, each felt personal and intimate- each burned with the same intensity that Pat’s words held. He sniffed it too which Pran decides to ignore.
To counteract that Pran pushed his chest roughly against Pat’s, shocking him a bit and traced the shell of Pat’s ear with the tip of his tongue causing him to let out a low groan, “but that depends on how loud you make me cry in public… You know how loud I get.”
“…Fuck.” Pat gulped grasping and squeezing Pran’s thigh with his left hand separating his legs, he slipped his thumb under his rugby shorts and looked at Pat with such avidity. Pran shook at the sensation- he was examining Pran’s entire frame, it appeared as if he wanted to rip Pran apart, make sure he remembered who was on top of him in that moment.
You really think I’ll let you take control that easily? Pran snuck his uncaptured hand under Pat’s rugby jersey and trailed it slowly up his back.
When he started to pull his hand back, he dragged the fingernails down his back causing pink lines to blossom against the slightly tan skin, Pat hissed at the sensation but Pran knew he loved the stinging bite of it. He trailed his tongue down Pat’s neck pulling him closer with his claws while slowly sucking and biting just above his collarbone.
Pat grinded his teeth together in irritation, what he would give to fold Pran in half and pound against his tight hole, but he restrained himself and continued to play along. He pulled away from Pran and kissed him letting a shudder of pleasure run through Pran.
Pran dragged both of his hands to the back of Pat’s head and pulled on the hair there as he kissed back with the same amount of urge and potent longing. Both of their chests were heaving after Pat pulled away, he looked at him with hunger as their breaths mingled together.
“I promise I’m going to make you cry in pleasure tonight, if you beg me right now. Make me want to ruin you for everyone else, my love” Pat smirked, his confidence seeping into every corner on Pran’s body, inebriating him.
Pran glared back like a vicious animal, “As if I would ever beg you for anything, baby” those words caused Pat to salivate, he could feel the enormous hardness already in his shorts.
Before Pat could recover Pran pushed back against Pat’s chest and got up to his feet.
Pat looked slightly confused and disappointed until Pran began to pull his shirt over his head revealing his slender frame when compared to his boyfriend, “I would prefer you begging me to let you thrust inside me,” Pran emphasised by his pulling his shorts a bit lower revealing his v-line to his now astounded lover.
This caused Pat to become increasingly hotter, the fever flowing through his bloodstream while Pran grinned at his boyfriend becoming slightly submissive. Pran advanced towards him and forced Pat to look up at him a hand on his chin, the grip was tight and almost hurt however, all he could do at this point was let out deep, lust-filled breaths.
Pran let out a mocking laugh, “Is this the most you can handle? A small striptease and slight bit of dominance. Quite pathetic, darling,” he degraded causing humiliation to flare up on Pat’s cheeks, when contrasted with the pet name it made a low pit open in his stomach.
He pulled at Pat’s hair making him look up at him, they stared at each other as Pran took a seat on Pat’s lap, knees against the couch either side of his body before he kissed Pat again.
This made his lover’s hands instantly shift to his ass, he squeezed and delivered a hit to it causing Pran to let out a gasp into Pat’s mouth, “How can you call me pathetic after that display, I know you want me to make you cry, baby. But isn’t this a bit too slutty, even for you?” he teased back, with a playful roll of his eyes.
Pran bites his bottom lip at that recognising the heavy truth in those words, Pat smirked and began to pick Pran up by his hands on his ass and hips as he stood. Even though they were both almost the same height Pran knew he looked smaller in Pat’s arms which make him excited.
Pat carried him to the counter of the kitchen gently pulling down his shorts along the way. He delivered another smack there as a light punishment, causing Pran to let out a small groan before Pat placed him down on the edge of the counter, letting the shorts drop to the floor. A pout appeared on Pran’s face as he stared back at his boyfriend “You didn’t need to point it out like that,” he complained.
At this point, Pat couldn’t hold back his laugh. When Pat let a chuckle out Pran also couldn’t control his own. After a few seconds, Pat was laughing so hard he could barely breathe “Stoppp” Pran said in between loud chuckles, “I’m going to go soft- if we keep laughing- like this." Pat rested his head against Pran as he continued to let out small, soft giggles in between words.
After their laughing fit, they looked at one another with such love and affection in their eyes, both their lips were swollen from their previous kisses and Pran’s eyes were significantly dazed.
So beautiful Pat smiles as the passion sparks in his gut and he begins to take his own shirt off, “…Now who’s the one giving a strip tease?” Pran smirked wrapping his legs around Pat’s waist and pulling him closer.
He let Pat shift even closer to kiss his neck and chest leaving small bruises, Pran clicks his tongue in slight annoyance “Hey, people are going to notice them,” he complains softly, no actual anger there.
“You act as if you don’t enjoy that,” Pat teased to which Pran just gave a fond glare, he just shook his head resigning to his fate. That’s when Pran finally had the chance to appreciate Pat’s body, the muscles travelled from his pecks towards his arms bulging under his gaze. Pran ran his fingers over the curvature of his shoulders, quickly peeking at his abs as his boyfriend pulled away for a second.
He felt his face flush at the rippling, flexing 8 pack, he ran his hand slowly down it, lust overshadowing his thoughts- at that Pat veers close slowly and bites along his collarbone “Oh God” Pran cries out, Pat let a quick smirk grace his face.
“I’m the one showing you heaven right now babe, not God” Pat replies with a cheeky stare. Pran lets out a low groan before he pulls Pat closer and kisses him hard almost making their lips bruise, it’s so intense that Pat thinks Pran may have caused his bottom lip to bleed.
Pran whines loud when Pat tries to pull away, those words had evidently ignited something in Pran. He jumped down from the counter pulling Pat towards the already messed up bed from earlier, “What happened in here?” Pat asked after he’s pulled into their bedroom, he’s looking at the bed slightly worried about Pran.
“Panic attack,” Pran replies with a shrug before pulling Pat onto the bed with him.
Pat looks down at him with care, “It must have been bad, are you okay?” Pran loves that look in his eyes usually, such concern and devotion pooling out lulling him into security. However, right now Pran didn’t care for it all that much, significantly all he could think about was quickly getting Pat’s cock inside him.
“I’m fine,” he replied in a strained whine, “Just, hurry up. Please.” Pat leered over this image of Pran with a cocky smile, he wanted to tease him further, you think he would have learned his lesson about going too far from earlier but he just couldn’t help himself when it concerned Pran.
“You can beg better than that, right slut?” Pat said pulling away a bit. Pran was desperate for any contact at his point however, even as he reached out for Pat, he refused to beg. No way in hell am I ever doing that he thinks trying to look cuter under Pat’s eye, unfortunately his attempt at seduction was way too obvious.
Pran almost wanted to cry at the distance between their bodies, “Fine, if you’re going to be like that,” he pouts turning around and pulling down his own boxers over the curve of his ass, “You can leave,” he smirks pulling apart his cheeks as he licks across his own fingers.
Pat continues to stare at the picture-perfect scene, his mind too clouded to even move, he stares at Pran sucking on his own two fingers almost past the knuckles that Pat was even starting to get jealous of them. Pran pulled them out of his mouth and directed them to his hole, “What do you think you’re doing?” Pat asks with a glare.
Pran circles his hole with his fingers, teasing it gently, “Mostly just wondering why you’re still here,” he lets out before releasing a light moan from his parted lips. Pat thinks this is possibly the most beautiful thing he’s even seen, before Pran can go further though he slaps his ass again to which his boyfriend moans, trying to arch his back more.
It was hard for Pat to control himself any further so he parts Pran’s cheeks and before any other thought can fill his mind, he licks over his boyfriend’s pink hole attentively. He licks over it again, tongue flat to cover more surface area to which Pran lets out a louder moan.
He begins to roll his tongue over it slower, gently poking in at small increments breaching past the rim ever so lightly. All Pran can do is whine in a pleading tone and push his hole back against his lover’s lips and tongue.
Before Pran can go further Pat holds him down with all his strength causing Pran to thrash around on the bed in frustration to a certain point that the bed begins shaking. Since they’re both quite strong despite Pat’s muscles it is a hard feat for him to control Pran while pushing past the rim with his salivating tongue. Fuck, it’s delicious.
Pran moans out for Pat, “Please Pat, please fuck meee. I can’t take i-it anymore” he begs trying to get out of his grip, wishing for more, “I’m sorry please, give me more, give me more pleaseeee,” he moans as Pat relentlessly thrusts his tongue further inside.
After Pat pulls away Pran is barely coherent, the truth was he loved Pat manhandling him. Frustration makes tears prick Pran’s eyes as he notices Pat pulling away, “No! Please Pat I can’t- more!” Pran cries loudly.
Pat gently wipes the tears, “You know, I was joking about the whole crying thing, shhh you’ll get what you want soon.” He grabs the lube from the bedside drawer, its mango scented- his favourite. When Pat had first bought it Pran had laughed in amusement and made fun of him for it but it was obvious he liked using it, as he continued to buy it again later that year. He spreads the lube on his right hand, onto three fingers.
Pran looks back at him while whimpering, an angrier look on his face, “No I want it now!” He glared, he had been waiting for this all day, carnal frustration entering every corner on his body.
“Okay, brat!” He twists Pran’s left hand behind his back not in anger or with actual malice but because he knew his boyfriend would enjoy the pain. Just as he suspected Pran’s face twists in pleasure his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull.
Right now, Pran is bent over the bed, his ass in the air and one arm twisted behind his back while the other arm had fallen limply above him. Pran looks like he’s going to whine for more and cry from the mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time, he’s flushed red which is still visible under his slightly tan skin. The marks that Pat had left looked beautiful against it. He smiles down at him in admiration even though Pran can’t see it, I love him way too much.
Pran becomes restless again, groaning and moaning for more “Please sir, pleaseee” he begs giving up and shakes his ass slightly. Pat smiles down at him looking satisfied before directing his finger towards his hole, he pushes it past the plump rim slowly to which Pran lets out a sigh of relief.
“See the benefits of begging honey, you could have gotten what you wanted ages ago,” Pat teases lovingly, Pran cries out louder when he feels the finger travel deeper. It soon joined by another one and Pran can barely see, his vision blurry with tears.
The feeling was searing, it didn’t hurt at all but it made Pran hot- the relief was amazing, the way Pat then sunk them into his tight body made the fire grow fiercer but it still wasn’t enough. He tried to move against it but the grip Pat had on the arm, which was still twisted behind his back, almost made it impossible, he could barely even push back against the fingers in this position which made him want to complain.
“Pattttt,” he whined the name as his hole contracted around the fingers, he felt them reach his prostate to which he let out a loud groan as if he had been electrocuted.
“What happened to ‘sir’?” Pat asked taking off his own shorts and boxers, at that point Pran could feel Pat’s dick slapping against his ass to which he moaned louder. The heat was hitting his ass lightly but he could feel the intention and intensity behind it- he felt the need to be ripped open, to the point that his hole began to gape and constrict.
“S- Sirrrrr please- put in. Need itttt” he moans loudly again, Pat lubes himself up his dick standing up straight almost hitting his toned stomach. It had an intense redness near the top due to the pre-existing lust but was equally thick and veiny on the way down.
Pran tries to move back against it, “Hurry, pleaseeee” he hears the desperation behind his voice to which Pat clicks his tongue. He twists the arm already in his grasp pulling Pran so he’s standing, back flushed against Pat’s muscular chest.
He grabs Pran’s chin, with the hand that was inside him a few seconds ago, a bit roughly “Stop whining already, whore” he growls right into his ear, Pran quivers from the anticipation loving the lust-filled air intoxicating him.
Pat pushes inside past the tight ring of muscle that’s still a bit too tight to take his entire length but he forces it in further, Pran loving the sting. He shakes at the instruction; the full body shiver causes him to almost fall limp against Pat- he lets out a groan as it pushes in all the way to the base.
Pran wants to cry, it feels way too good- boiling, enormous as if it can destroy him with one thrust and he feels like it might. Before he moves Pat allows time for it to adjust inside Pran, he pushes the fingers that were previously inside Pran against his mouth forcing him to open up and suck on them.
The taste on his tongue makes him hysterical, Pran moans around the fingers yearning for them to be further inside his mouth. Pat begins to move finally; the first thrust is hard to the point that Pran lets out a loud scream unable to hold it back.
He is forced to take another finger into his mouth which muffles his scream, he lets out continuous loud moans at Pat’s fast thrusts. The angle makes it a bit weird, they’re both standing right now pressed up against one another as Pat’s cock ruins his insides. It was amazing, Pran was savouring the feeling of having both of his holes filled.
When the cock brushed over his prostate Pran’s mouth opens causing droll to fall onto his chin. When Pat let go of his arm to focus on his thrusts Pran struggled to stand so he fell forward but Pat’s cock was still situated inside him. Pat grabbed both sides of his hips and begins moving faster, “As good as you expected, baby?” he asks sweetly.
Pran moans as an answer unable to speak, he was being fucked so hard- he could barely see as his eyes began to cross. This was a sign that Pran wasn’t going to last for much longer so looked back at Pat with pleading eyes.
Pat began to move faster against Pran stuffing him fully, “Go ahead, you can cum darling” he smiled pounding his hips aggressively. As soon as Pran heard those words he let go, Pran was shaking with pleasure- stream after stream of cum painting the bed underneath him. When he started coming down from his high, he felt Pat pull out of him, he lets out a miniscule hum at the overstimulation.
“That was so good Pat” he pants, a smile painting his face. He wipes away the droll on his chin with his hand and turns around to look at Pat. He sees him jerking himself off in a desperate motion while staring at Pran, he walks forward and slaps Pat’s hand away from his own cock.
“Hey, what was that for?” Pat pouts looking at him with big, sparkling eyes just before Pran pulls him into a deep kiss. Pran takes initiative and pushes Pat back onto the middle of the bed.
“You asked for a reward before the game remember,” Pran says with a bright smile before facing eye level with Pat’s length, he gives it a light kiss.
Pat let out a light moan as he looked down at the image of Pran gently kissing at his leaking cock while looking straight back at him with pure devotion in his eyes, “You sure babe? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You look tired,” he asked worried that Pran was forcing himself after being so exhausted.
Pran lets out an exaggerated sigh, “You worry so much about me, just let me, okay?... I want your cum anyway…” he admits in a smaller voice with a bright blush on his face.
“Aww babeeee, I want yours too!” Pat exclaims in a cheerful voice thinking his boyfriend is too cute for his own good. Pran just responds by rolling his eyes before his boyfriend pokes his dimple and lets out a little laugh.
Pran smiles a bit at that and begins to slowly lick at the head letting a light moan out of his throat which causes vibrations around Pat’s tip- he lets out a loud sigh and soft groan as he rests himself up on his elbows to look down at Pran.
He believes genuinely that no one looks more beautiful than Pran does right now, his eyes slightly dazed and the light smile on his face, though it doesn’t make his dimples show, warms Pat’s heart to the core. I would do anything to see it for the rest of my life he thinks.
At times, the way he sticks his tongue out makes him look like a kitten, Pat can’t help but to let out a tiny laugh but apparently, Pran doesn’t appreciate that as he takes Pat’s dick fully into his mouth and shoots him a small glare. Pat lets out a low groan, heavy yet filled with euphoria- Pran sucks around more in satisfaction as he sees Pat let his head fall back.
Pat has his eyes closed now while letting out distant moans, “oh God baby, feels so good” Pat lets out in a deeper more immersed voice.
Pran pulls off his cock and looks at him with a teasing smirk “I’m the one showing you heaven right now babe, not God,” he replies turning Pat’s own words around on him.
Pat looks down at that teasing face with a fond smile plastered on, “That was my line, you lose” he replies with satisfaction yet tender devotion.
“Do I though?” Pran says taking Pat’s dick in his hand and squeezing it way too harshly, he pulls a face and sticks his tongue out at him. Even though it hurt Pat lets out a laugh which Pran immediately joins in with not long later and Pran can’t help but want to continue laughing with him like this for hopefully the rest of his life.
When Pat looks too caught up in the happiness fluttering around them Pran decides to take Pat’s cock deep to the back of his throat and begin sucking, his face contorts from pure joy to loving ecstasy. The groans he lets out don’t even compare to the soft ones from before, the weight is taken off from Pat’s elbows, and his entire body jolts as he falls back with his head now against the bed.
His actions when pleasure takes over cannot be compared to anyone else, he thrusts up into Pran’s mouth which his boyfriend eagerly accepts as he lifts his hands to the bed frame. It almost looks like he’s gripping the faux white leather with all of his strength as he lets out the most enchanting sounds.
Pran smiles with his mouth full and Pat can’t help but look down when he feels Pran’s emotions shift. He just happily begins to lick around the cock while sucking and moves his head up and down with a wild need inside him coaxing him to let Pat come inside his mouth.
Droll slips out of his mouth once again coating his chin but Pran is too focused to even notice, this primal instinct almost driving him insane. He needs Pat’s cum inside his mouth now and he’d do anything to get what he wants (since he’s a very driven person). Pat seems way too enamoured to argue as he sits up and rests his hands in Pran’s dark hair, he plays with it lovingly- his fingers tugging at it just enough for it to be considered somewhat aggressive.
Pran loves it, he moans at the feeling of his hair being tugged as his mouth gets fucked. Pat is unable to hold back when he feels the vibrations from the moans around his length: he falls back again, letting out lusty cries. He feels the pleasure crashing in waves across his entire body, “Pran! Fuck baby, love, please don’t stop now!” he practically shouts as he comes down Pran’s throat.
Pran coughs a bit at the cum hitting the back of his throat but swallows it down copiously, he continues to suck Pat dry benevolently as he comes down from his high his fingers still tugging at Pran’s hair not letting him go until he’s completely finished. After Pat feels accomplished, he lets go of Pran’s hair, which his lover with never admit he misses the weight of, and falls back absolutely exhausted.
Pat lets out loud pants and closes his eyes lightly, Pran crawls up to his chest and looks down at Pat with a breath-taking smile which showcases his dimples perfectly to Pat when he finally opens his eyes. He smiles back earnestly at Pran and pulls him into an infatuated kiss, they continue kissing as Pran moves off Pat and slides comfortably into his arms.
When they pull away from the warm and caring kiss, they look at each other with such tender eyes, as if they are giving themselves to the other with no pretences, no weariness, and no misunderstandings. They are there with the utmost appreciation, friendship, and infatuation for each other. I love you they both think, they can feel it as they both express it with the look in their eyes so they feel no need to voice it out.
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“We’ll have to wash the sheets and the couch pillow covers soon; we should take a shower too.” Pran sighs as he cuddles further into Pat.
“I know, we didn’t change after rugby. To be fair we had more important things on our minds,” to which Pran just nods in agreement.
Pran begins to stand up and Pat notices the cum seep out of his sore hole. He grabs Pran’s hand, “Where you going?” he asks with a pout wishing to cuddle with Pran more.
“To shower, I smell disgusting. Let me go.” Pran says plainly as he tries to pull his hand back, a bit fondly.
Pat just holds on, “Only if I get to join you, boyfriend,” he says pulling a little flirty smile onto his face.
Pran just sighs and resigns to his fate, “Fine” he agrees finally pulling his hand away, “Hurry up.”
Pat looks at him with an adoring look in his eyes, full and hopeful “Can we go another round?” he asks excitedly, “I wanna bottom this time.”
“I can’t be nice, can I? You always ask for more. Always go too far and never learn your lesson,” he replies warm devotion coating his entire body, “Fine” he says with a benevolent expression.
Pat just jumps up from the bed and cheers in joy, “what can I say baby? Maybe you’re not a good teacher,” he retorts a bigger smile gracing his face. Pran almost hopes he isn’t when he sees that big, bright smile and those small eyes.
Definitely worth it, he accepts grabbing the stupid mango scented lube and pulling Pat towards the bathroom.