Will
On the way to his house, I think about the last events, and the moments we spent together invade my thoughts, and pack my journey. If I try to close my eyes, I can still see his smile, my heart seems to overflow with this feeling, and I was infected by Nate, during all the time I spent at my grandparents' house until this moment.
My mother's insistence that I take pictures with everyone at lunch, especially Kanya, who I honestly didn't understand what she was doing there, since her family wasn't invited. I don't know if the lunch was really a bore, or I just couldn't concentrate on anything else, and all the time I was remembering the moments we spent together, their moans, their smell, and their kisses. This leads me to believe that I am addicted to N
Will— What did you ask for, Thirasak?— I asked, that if I could see you again, I would show you the video I made!The whole scene takes place inside a car, waiting for the rain to pass to get out. We are wet, and all this after my character has had a fight with Nate's character, and runs out into the rain. Nate, I mean Thirasak, apologizes for thinking that he was to blame for the bad things that had been happening between them. Thirasak assumes that he made a promise and didn't keep it. This scene makes me too emotional, since I am trying to approach Nate, to clarify everything, and to apologize, but since we got here, he approaches me professionally, and nothing else.
NateMy life was so different before Thirasak, from everything that came along with it. I am achieving fame, money, recognition and realizing dreams, but I never imagined conquering and being conquered by a man. What has happened between us is surreal. I have never felt so in love with someone, it's as if everything that happened before him, and all the people I had relationships with were distracting me until he came into my life. After spending such an amazing night, and a very honeyed start to the morning, I had the displeasure of coming across that post.I felt extremely bad after what I read, and my urge was to answer everyone. I felt that something was wrong, after calling and not being answered. Anger and jealousy took over me, and I know that I shouldn't have, because there is an explanation
Nate— Rest your head on my shoulder, so you don't fall to the side while you nap...— I'm not dozing, Will!— No, imagine that! You almost fell in the bus corridor, Nate!— What an exaggeration!— Okay, sleepyhead! You know, I was thinking... We don't have any appointments for the next few days...— E?—
Will— What is it? Did I do something wrong?— No. How about if we use the hot tub? — Nate asks me, and leaves me full of expectation.— Now? — I ask, shaking my head, and smile. — So, I'm turning on the faucet to fill the bathtub....— So you break any romantic moment of ours, Wirakan!—
Will— If I had known that this question would leave you like this, I...— No, it's okay! It's been a long time since I thought about it...— Nate, what is the relationship like with your father? — I ask, and he turns his face and stares out to sea. — I'm sorry, I shouldn't...— After the separation he was somewhat present, but after he remarried, he withdrew. When I called, he always made an excuse that he
WillIt's surreal. I feel like I'm going to explode with feelings. He has always been so closed off, not one to show his feelings, although, I have heard from him, his mother, and several people who have known him for a long time, that Nate is not the type of guy who is into romance. So, I come to the conclusion that his feeling for me is different from what he has felt for other people, and hearing him say that he loves me makes me feel too special. He looks at me in an uncomfortable way, while my gaze is lost in thought.— Aren't you going to tell me anything, Bunny? I mean, don't feel obligated to tell me that you love me, just because I told you, I guess I was too
WillWith each thrust, he moans louder, and asks for more. Hearing my boyfriend moaning is the best music to my ears. I ardently kiss his mouth, nibble, and he pulls on my hair, and the whole moment is extremely perfect. His mouth on mine, our moans, the heat that we exhale and the sensations that take over my body, it's not just sex, it's a surrender of bodies and souls.I increase the speed of the movements, while he moans more. To see him so into this moment is so beautiful, when I am with Nate everything is perfect. When we finally reach the climax, I pull out, and fall beside him on the bed, looking up at him and seeing the pleasure on his face. I touch his hair, which is dripping with sweat, and pull it away from his eyes. I caress his face, and he finally looks up at me.
Nate— Wake up Nate, we're here! — I hear a familiar voice speaking to me, I open my eyes with difficulty.— Where did we get to? — I ask and look beside me, finding his cynical smile for me, probably with a provocative answer.— In your castle, Sleeping Beauty! — she says, and lets out a laugh.— Then you insist that you don't sleep around corners, or on trips, don't you?
WillHis arms squeeze me even tighter, I wrap mine around his neck, while my tongue meets his. All these days without any contact have made me sad and moody. His hands begin a pleasant play on my back, moving up and down my back, caressing me and making me want to surrender to the moment even more. Our kiss is hungry. I want to devour his mouth, and he wants the same, and his body gently pushes mine somewhere, until I feel the wall behind me. My body is pressed together in a way that I know where we will be in a few minutes, especially if we keep kissing like this, we will both be hard.I stop the kiss, and push him away slightly, because Nate doesn't want to let go. I meet his confused gaze.— What is it, love? Don't you want to?— Of course I want to!— So, what is the problem?— Where will we do it? On the ground?— Of course not!— Another thing, whose house is this? Relax... This room has nothing, but the one next door has a great bed, an amazing bathroom with a tu
WillLyn's screams startle me, I look toward the house, and it is still dark. I hurry my steps and arrive in front of the door. My hand touches the doorknob, I turn it, and it opens. I enter the house. I turn on the flashlight on my cell phone, look around hoping to find a light switch, and to my surprise I find one near the door, I touch it and the light goes on. I call out to my sister, but get no answer from her, my heart squeezes, and a slight chill passes through my stomach. I look around me, at what seems to be a small entrance hall. There is a large staircase with golden handrails, and in front of me a wide, glazed door. I open it, and once again look for a switch. When I finally manage to find it, along with the glow of the lamp comes the surprise, the room appears to be a living room. Its white walls, a large chandelier in the center of the room, but there is not a single piece of furniture in the entire space. I begin to think that my sister might be fooling me, or wors
WillThe days have dragged on, and I still haven't spoken to Nate. Today, Valentine's Day, we could be somewhere enjoying our company, but my boyfriend will be pretending to be a couple with an actress, to promote a series that has no audience. I may be being selfish, I know that, but I would never submit to this for the sake of work, I feel extremely frustrated. My mind feels like it is going to explode from thinking about it all the time. I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks.— What did you come here for?— Dinner!— It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate!— I will eat, don't worry!— Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live?— No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to
WillIf there is one thing I understand in our profession, it is the advertising that is done to promote a series, but I don't like this new job of Nate's because of our manager's insistence on something that didn't work out. Sometimes it crosses my mind that somehow he doesn't accept our relationship, and that's why he insists so much that we can't be seen together. I know that all this could be just jealousy on my part, something I try not to develop, especially in relation to work, but lately it has become unavoidable, and I don't like to see my boyfriend with Lily.Hearing him say about faking a dating that doesn't exist makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to say, I just watch as he hangs up the phone and looks at me waiting for something.— Did you hear it? — he asks and I just shake my head. I get up, walk to the closet, grab some clothes, put them on, and go back to the bedroom. — Can we talk?— Talk? What for?— Will, do you understand that I can't do a
EpilogueWill— Didn't you do it because you didn't mean it? You don't even watch the Lakorn to support me, you don't comment on your social networks, you're not helping me engage!— Nate, what do you want me to do? The story is bad, it's toxic, nobody wants to watch it, and besides, Lily is not a good actress, and the couple you make in this series is horrible, with no chemistry!— Wow, how supportive my boyfriend is!— It's true, and I told you not to embark on this idea, but you didn't listen and thought it would be a success!— Is it the truth, or are you just dying of jealousy?— Me? Jealous of you? Stop being cocky, Nate!— You are jealous, yes!— I am not jealous, and I warned you about this project, but you insisted because you listened to our manager.— I know, but it would be a great opportunity to be in prime time on broadcast TV, and...— We got more audience when we acted in Fake D8, it was not in prime time, and...— What do you mean, Will?— I mean that w
EpilogueWillI didn't know how to cry, that is, I was raised thinking that I couldn't shed a tear, and that it was synonymous with weakness for a man. However, I created so many uncertainties about my life, and I hid myself inside a tight closet, pretending to be someone I wasn't, to quiet my parents' hearts, and with that I lived stuck without being able to do what I really wanted to do, to be the real Will. The one who wanted to act, dance, cry, and love a man.Almost three years ago I met a guy who helped me to change this story. I confess that it was not easy at all, and in the beginning I thought he was an arrogant, intimidating guy who had an image of a sexy straight boy who is always going out with thousands of girls, at least that's what I believed, however, the sexy straight boy fell in love with the real Will, the one who before couldn't cry. The two started to find out who they really were, what they felt for each other, and this feeling became intense for both of them.
WillNate has been calling me the whole time to see if I was on my way, I'm starting to get nervous. It started when I was at my grandfather's house talking to Sunee and Lyn, and even they were worried. During the ride to his house, and now as I park in the garage of the building, he calls once again to find out where I am. The elevator takes three minutes to get to his floor, but for me it is an eternity.I put in the key, turn the knob, and finally open the door. The room is dark, and I can just make out the light coming from the next room, the dining room. I turn on the light and call for him, who answers me. I walk there, and find a table set for dinner, with Chinese food, my favorite, and Nate sitting waiting for me.— Wow, are we celebrating something?— We are... But first you are going to wash your hands, come on!— Do you have to be rude, you pain in the ass? — I complain in my sly voice. — You like it rough, that I know! — he answers in a ma
WillNate is a box of surprises. After we spent that period apart, he has surprised me a lot, I feel that he is more confident about the emotional problems caused by the negative fame that comes from social networks, and this makes me calm, if he is happy, I am happy. His confidence, and the way he acts has impressed me, and when he brought me to this locker room with the intention of fulfilling a sexual fantasy, it really surprised me, I did not expect such an attitude from him.When I think back to the beginning, the first contacts, the denial on both sides, the first kiss, the flirtatious moments until the proposal, the breaking of sex as a taboo (read on his part), and the long awaited first time. It was a long path, but a very pleasant one, and I would walk it again without a second thought.— What are you going to do to me, Kitten? Or should I call you Daddy? — when I ask, he looks at me with such desire, and my reaction before he says anything is to lightly bite his lower
NateRecording continues, and I confess that it is a little difficult to dissociate fiction from reality. Every scene in which I must show my love, care, and attention is all too real when I view it after the director has finished recording. I'm starting to notice that everyone realizes this, how much this love has connected us in a surreal way, and with every scene we shoot, photos, ads, everything we develop together, this has become clearer, and the fandom of the ship has gone crazy for any of our posts, especially those where we combine phrases, or pretend to be far away, when we are actually next to each other.As I invite him to come to the court with me, to play with my friends, I remember the first time he came, got hurt, and insinuated that we could do something more in the locker room. Unfortunately that was another time, I was just beginning to accept the fact that I was in love and dating a man, and sex was a taboo for me. If his insinuation were made today, I w