Chapter 10 : When Desire Takes Over

It's Tharn's fault, it's his fault, and it's all his fault!

At the moment, Mr. Thiwat can't help it. The cold water flew down from the shower. He thought it could help relieve the heat pouring in some place, but it was useless. There's no likeliness to calm down, but it has become hotter than before.

Since knowing what Tharn does to himself every night, Type can't sleep. Also, there is a man holding his face and wishing him a good dream, and which straight man can sleep after that!

But... How could there be a but?!

Type thought gloomily, because now, when Tharn touched him every night... He even had desire.

Yes, Type has a bad mouth and bad temperament. He even cussed Tharn and said that he is hungry who will eat any hole, but now he has an impulse to eat Tharn.

"Ah!"

Type sighed a long time, letting the cold water continue to pour on him, thinking about the guy playing the game in the dormitory. Because of this guy, he would escape from the room and take a bath, even though he had already taken a bath an hour before Tharn came back.

"Don't think about it Ai'Type, don't think about it."

Type told himself that he lowered his head and let the water flow on his face. He opened his mouth to breathe instead of his nose, but the situation was worse than before. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could not help but start to imagine how that Ai'Tharn looked when he tucked him with a blanket.

 - The guy with a handsome face and a high bridge of nose went to the bed and sat down. He pulled the blanket over his chest and stroked his cheek. Type could feel the warmth. The big hand gradually transferred to the hair and gently rubbed it, Techno matter how you dodge it, it will follow, and finally... The warm lip gently kissed on your cheek.

Puff

The clenched fist hit the wall beside him heavily. The guy under the current half opened his eyes. It's not right to say that he was so restless because he touched his face. There should be other reasons. Because just thinking about what Tharn did to himself, Type has felt that some part of his body is more and more excited.

"Calm down, calm down, calm down!" In the end, Type can't restrain the instinct of the body. The whole body is shouting...  I'm dying. I want his hands to help me like last time!

"Ah yes!" Finally, Type closed his eyes again and held them in his hands. He tried to think about the sexy beauties videos his friends liked to send to him.

At first, the effect seems to be good, especially when thinking about the sweet voice of those beautiful women who are delicate and soft, but

"You're cute, Type."

Fvck me! Think about beauty, think about beauty, big breasted beauty.

However, the more I tell myself, the more I think about the handsome face. Type sped up the speed of his jerking hands. The more he doesn't allow himself to think about it, the more the face floats around in front of his eyes. The worst thing is that Type can't help recalling the touch when Tharn helped him that day.

"Ai'Tharn... Well." The voice can't help overflowing from the corner of the mouth, but Type hasn't responded yet. He props his hand on the wall, and at the last moment, what appears in his mind is not a naked sexy beauty. He only hears a low voice coming from his ears

"Have a nice dream."

Puff

"Uggh, ugh, UUurgh." When the heavy breath sounds, Type released his desire. He stood under the cold water and leaned his head against the wall, feeling that life is terrible to the extreme.

He came... Because of Tharn.

"I will be free at the end of the night. Ai'Type, have fun."

"Um."

Freshmen are about to perform the cheer conclusion activities. Freshmen from all colleges will show what they have learned in the previous weeks today. After today's activities, everyone will be liberated. However, Type's face is still a sad and decadent one, and he often shook his head vigorously. It seems that he thinks of something he doesn't want to face.

Of course, as a good friend, Techno is worried about him.

"What's wrong with you boy?"

"Nothing."

"Every time you say nothing, you have something you are going to do. Our college is going to perform soon. When it's over, you can go back. Are you not happy...?"

"I don't want to go back." As soon as he opened his mouth, Techno guessed it and he moved to sit beside Type and looked at him in surprise. Before that, he heard that Type had given up trying to drive Tharn out of the dormitory.

"What's the conflict with Ai'Tharn?"

"He..."

"What happened to him? Don't talk half sentences. I'm not a God. I can't tell what happened to you." No shook his head as he said it. He was going to say that his roommate shook his head at the Type of what he had done. Then he said with tired heart.

"I want to move out of school dorms."

"Your father won't let you?"

"It's because he didn't let me stay here so stiffly stressed!" Type raised his voice and responded. He raised his hand to apologize. He was so angry because he called his Dad in a disrespective manner. After repeated requests, Dad directly rejected his request, and even scolded him for saying it.

"You can't stand it just like this. What would you do when you come out to earn money and support yourself?"

I wanted to say back in my heart, it's OK to gnaw at the old, but I don't need to think about it. I know that I will be scolded for being dramatic. He was not getting anywhere with them. Then Type hung up the phone, went to sit here with his friends, and thought about what's wrong with him, and then he thought about his act of masturbation. No, it's normal for boys, isn't it? But why... The object of fantasy is that guy!

"Because any quarrel can be solved from the root, just like you hate Ai'Tharn. If you ignore that he is gay, everything will be OK. That's the same reason. Even if you don't like him now, you can stop first."

"It looks like everything is all my fault when you say that." Type turned to look at the laughing guy.

"Ah, you know it man."

"Next time I go swimming, I'll press you into the water and drown you!" Type said unhappily. He turned around and continued to think about it alone, while silently recalling what his friends had said.

Yes, I can ignore it. If it's just because Tharn kisses me every night, I will have that desire. Isn't it easy to beat Tharn and then warn him not to worry about me, so there won't be any disturbing desire?

That's right. It's not about changing sexual orientation and liking men. It's just that young people don't flirt. So if that kid doesn't do that to me, I won't do it again!

From tonight, Ai'Tharn must stop doing that to himself!

But Type may not realize that the so-called stopping something... May also lead to things getting out of control.

"Don't you want to stay to listen?"

"No, I have to go back and get ready."

This is a conversation between Type and Techno several hours ago. After that, Type and his friends parted ways. He went back to the dormitory to plan how to catch Tharn, who treated him like a girl in need of protection.

He has to stop it before it goes off the track, because in this way, he has become nervous. Tharn just coaxes him to sleep, and he has developed desire. If he touched I will directly pull him over and kiss him.

"Today, if he dares to kiss me, I will give him a punch. If he dares to touch me, I will kick him!" Type vowed to himself that he was willing to let Ai'Tharn treat him like that before, just because he was afraid that his previous nightmare would reappear, but according to the experience of these days, he slept soundly all week, so no matter what  Tharn did tonight, he must have energy to fight with him.

Type is very satisfied with his plan. However, after taking a bath and having dinner, the guy who has been uneasy about sleeping for the past week fell asleep quickly than a falling raindrop.

That's what the plan is for.

"Haha."

"What's the matter with you, kid? You laugh at me. Are you tired and stupid?"

After 10:30, the performance of the Conservatory of music is over. Freshmen, no, it should be said that all the students who come to participate in the freshmen's activities have gone back, some directly back to the dormitory, some to celebrate. As for Tharn, he was coming out of the college building with his friends, but he was laughing as he walked. His friends couldn't help wondering.

"No, I just thought of something funny." Tharn waved and told his friends there was nothing interesting. Lhong shrugged.

"What do you want to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry. I want to go back to my dormitory first." Tharn said that he quickly separated from his friends and hurried back to the dormitory to find the guy who made him want to laugh from morning till now. In fact, he had been secretly laughing for several days.

Type already knew what he has been doing.

In fact, in the beginning, Tharn was not sure whether Type knew it or not, but because he had been coaxing him to sleep from the time of Type's illness to the present week, Tharn was also very clear about how restless he was when Type slept. He would push his hands away, hide his face everywhere, and at the beginning he would seem like he has nightmares. But even if he slept well in the next few days, his sleeping posture was still the same. It's just as painful to even watch.

However... In recent days, he not only slept soundly, but also remained motionless. When he touched his face... The temperature on his face was very hot.

At the beginning, Tharn hesitated a little. He was afraid that he would be unhappy. This time, it seems that things have greatly deviated from the normal trend. It's possible for them to meet each other in a war, but... Type pretended to be dead.

It's a sign of peace to sleep so hard, to feel, to kiss and to cover them with a blanket. "You are too cute." Tharn muttered, thinking that the guy who had been scolding himself all the time smiled softly

What else would he do besides coax him to sleep as before...? What more would he do?

"How can I know if I don't try?" Tharn wants to open the door and enter the room. The whole room was filled with bright with lights, while his roommate... Fell asleep against the wall.

Tharn put things on the table. He went near Type. The sharpness of Type's face is rubbing against the pillow, so... Tharn can't help but reach for it.

Type's face is not as soft as that of other boys that Tharn has ever met, but it's not bad to feel Tharn so much. He lowered himself and sat beside the bed as usual.

"Move."

Crack

Type pushed Tharn's hand away, meanwhile, his face also dodged, which made the guy who had been observing for a long time know that... He was really asleep.

Tharn stopped thinking. He looked at Type who had no attack at the moment, and then... Looked down.

Held Type in the middle with both hands. The light in the room made Tharn clearly see that Type looked like he wanted to pull his eyelashes.

Although he don't like him or even hates him, he can attract him more than anyone else.

But the more he hid from Tharn, the more he entangled himself in the past. Tharn smiled silently. His lips moved from the tip of his nose to his cheek again, and he bit Type's chin gently. His body pressed down unconsciously, almost to the guy who was sleeping under the blanket.

It's not wrong to say that he's satisfied.

Crack

"It's too hot!"

However, Tharn's action made the sleeping guy turn around. Type pushed away the unknown object like an unnecessary blanket on his body, and kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed. The clothes on his body were shrunk to the chest position because of a series of movements. The beautiful abdominal muscles were exposed in front of Tharn. Tharn's eyes can't help but shine at the scene. This is a perfect match for his taste! Tharn wanted to lower his tongue and lick those muscles until they tensed like a ball.

Whose ideas doesn't affect their actions? Before Tharn could think further his tongue had already descended to the six pack for a lick. The soft warm stomach skin Tharn wanted to savor the taste.

Little more and no one will stop for just a little idea that made Type almost wake up polished all over...

"Oh!" But just as Tharn's tongue licked into the dark skin. Type let out a soft voice that was not a previous nightmare. And the waist is also twisting a bit more like a thrilling chase.

Flashes and touches paused for a moment for the person to look up. Tharn was thinking that he was not awake Otherwise, Type will hit him square on the face.

When he saw that he was not easily awake. The tip of the hot tongue licked up straight. Then as expected, Ai'Type sank up until the marking tongue began to realize that this could be his sensitive point then he slowly dragged the tip of the tongue up and down. Circled and tasted the skin clean smell of faint soap

"What the fvck is it?" Type said to himself vaguely. When the soft and hot touch came again, he slowly opened his eyes and used his hands to push the thing that was licking him.

"Ah"

"Ai'Tharn, you bastard, what are you doing... Er... Bastard! No!" Type who pushed felt the warm tongue again and his body twitched to the point the he was not able to keep up. And his breath became even hotter.

"Stop..."

 "You don't want me to stop." Woken up by a roommate licking his stomach is scary and not cool.

"I told you to stop!" but the conflict in his hear are still enough to make him stop and Tharn head returned at full strength and looked at the person before him. Instead of stopping the drummer did this...

"Asshole! Don't try to touch my thing! Aargh don't squeeze" Ai'Type tried to escape but the hand that landed on his stomach prevented him from moving. And then Tharn looked up and smirked at him.    

"Your mouth is telling me to stop but your thing is telling me to continue." 

"Bastard!!" even opening the mouth stopped when the listener moved his hand back and forth and though the actions of the less experienced person became just more breathing, he tried to pull himself away but subconsciously he wanted him to continue but the point is that he was not self-aware of it.

"If you do it then I will kick you!"

"But your thing doesn't seem to want me be kicked!" Tharn whispered in a low voice. In addition, his hands continue to move as well at the same spot. Until the person who was doing the jerking jaw trembled and he held himself up to watch whatever sound was about to come out of Type's lips.

"You want to die, right? Let go of me, ah, eh!" The mouth cussed, but the whole body strength disappears in an instant, the heart couldn't wait to want more. But dignity of having to admit it was broken. He felt that it was so good that he didn't want it to stop.

"Ai'Tharn, you bastard, I'm not gay!"

Slightly

Tharn listened for a moment. He looked up at the guy who was panting. The look on his face showed how uncomfortable he was now. Type is still saying no, but for Tharn, at the moment... He was too far to stop, so he said in a blunt voice.

"Close your eyes!"

"Ha?" not the answer he was expecting but was in a daze when Tharn pulled his offending trousers off and Type screamed again when Tharn used both hands to grip his thing and the speaker added.   

"Close your eyes and think that this is a woman doing it to you!"

      "Are you crazy? You are a man!"

The listener raise his face and smiled and then he spoke in a low tone.

"And I will teach you today that the man's mouth and the woman's mouth are the same. If you forget that... you will be hooked on a gay mouth!"

 Great!

This time, Type was startled and the hand that was about to push Ai'Tharn head stopped when Tharn's tongue licked him from the tip straight to the balls and then gently licked the rolling balls. This cause Type's entire thing to get even harder and he felt goosebumps rise all over his body. This sharp eyes went slightly wider and when Tharn's tongue licked the crack, he...

"Ugh! Fvck, you stupid stop!"

  But aside from him not stopping the tongue licking up. Tharn licked the thing in a straight line and he didn't start to suck, as Type thought it should be. But this instead awakened the thrill that made Type scream. The kind that the heart wants to jump off the chest. The thing is when he licks his tongue and started sucking loudly. Type fell down to lie on the bed and used his arms to cover his face tightly.

Take it out! You are a man ... Erm, a man! I will die!

Two thoughts are hitting each other in Type's head. While his breathing hitched up. The plan in the head that said he had to talk stopping the man the man was fleeting Because Mr. Thiwat may have done something with a woman, But the experience of having someone give that place that pleasure was forgotten. Since the ex-girlfriend was a high school student who is not very versatile... it's so wrong to call it not versatile... Damn!

To be honest, the thing is almost twitching in that mouth!

 Good to know

"Ah ... U ... Ugh ... Bastard ... Enough is enough ... I ask ..." Type said while he was whirring. When his c0ck head had plunged into his mouth, Type saw that the sucker thought that was not enough he made his tongue smears at the heavy end. Until Type was almost writhing to death. The two hands at first tried to push the head away those same hands held Tharn firmly into that area.

 He told him to close his eyes, thinking that he was a woman, but it turned out that Type opened his eyes and looked so disgusted that he himself was indulging in this happiness.

The man concentrating on the central heated rod had glittering eyes and also those deep eyes were looking up at Type's eyes as if mocking him because the corner of the mouth lifted up in a smirk. One hand was on the stomach, until Type's stomach was contracting. He was shouting and groaning to the point of being displeased myself

You bastard knows that you're good at it. Don't need look at me like that.

"Ugh! A ... I'm..."

Awake! I am going to come in his mouth.

Right now, the demand for pleasure has come to an end. Plus the experience that he had never thought he will be given by a man had been done, causing Type to push himself into Tharn's mouth. The hand pressed his head firmly. When his breath quickened his hips were going out of control. And the Tharn was didn't even look bothered when that c0ck was inserted into the mouth all the way and his tongue lingered all over that c0ck. Smearing every time to make the rosy pink part almost released more cvm in a second

"Fvck! don't suck ... You ... don't ... suck ... like that!" Type moan came out. When Tharn's lips sucked up and down many times, all Type could think was oh my god this was better than my ex-girlfriend.

  I am dying. I am dead.

"Ah ... hah ... will ... Ugh ..."

Hi

His lips pumped in and out faster than before. As if knowing that the roommate couldn't bear it and he didn't have too long to wait. The white turbid water spilled into the mouth. The way that Type came is the most rigid. He was hugging around Tharn's neck tightly while he was plowing himself and made Tharn swallowed everything quickly, when slowly releasing the weakening c0ck slowly

While Type himself threw himself down to sleep comfortably, but was so overwhelmed that he had to raise his two hands to cover his face when in the midst of the happiness that the he swore that this life had never been touched by a disaster.

Not just better than what he thought, not just better than you thought, but for fvck sake. That is the best BJ in his life.

Tharn himself then used his back to wipe his mouth, looking at the person who was suffocating. He saw that his face was red. He was too angry. He also used his two hands to cover his face shamefully. Tharn smiled. Type anted to emerge and breathe, but the tall figure of the drummer just leaned down to whisper in the ear.

"I told you that you would like it."

Crack

The pillow was lifted by Type and thrown at the speaker. Tharn reached out to block it and couldn't help laughing.

"Bullshit!" The guy who said he didn't like the gay mouth made a look like he was going to kill him. However, the satisfaction of the happy face made Tharn know... The opportunity came.

But now it may be time to appease Type.

"Haha, I'll wait and see!"

"What are you waiting to see?! Don't try to touch me again!" Tharn, who is going to take a bath, laughed, because "He was not being paranoid anymore" sounds like an invitation. It seems that the next chance will come faster than you think.

Because if Type is not satisfied, people like him will not just throw their pillows at him. He may have upset everyone for a long time.

Finally, Tharn can only talk to himself in the air. Although the listening Type wants to cut off his tongue and throw it away, in fact, he can't do anything, because he can't even talk with him anymore.

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