Will
When did it get to this point? I do not know. It was installing itself inside me surreptitiously, and when I realized, Nate started to awaken feelings and sensations that I used to repress, he has the power to make me like an imbecile, completely attracted to him. At other times, I would never admit it, but now I can't hide it anymore, and after the kissing, and the flirting, and all this tension that hangs over us, it's inevitable, I'm in love. How did I fall in love with my co-star? I do not know. Maybe it's his manner, the way he smiles, his mouth, his eyes, his body. The combination of all these attributes, plus how good I feel next to him. I can no longer hide this feeling, not even from myself. Being in his room, so close and yet so far away, is very disturbing to my mind.As s
WillComing home was strange. Finding my father leaving the house was even stranger. A feeling of fear, anger, contained and painful. I tried to be as polite as possible, said “good morning”, and he replied coldly. He asked about the place I spent the night, I replied that it was at a friend's house.As soon as I enter my room, the first thing I do is throw myself on the bed, grab my phone, open Twitter, and post something since I'm happy for yesterday.@wwwoninchaiPleasant day and unforgettable night
NatePlease look at me before it's too late,If you think it's me,So don't keep it to yourself...I shouldn't feel this way. That kiss in my room was intense, and it left me extremely upset, I couldn't sleep very well, in addition to the frustrated attempt to get rid of all that sexual tension. No. I didn't feel that way about a man, did I?I've never felt this way, it's too weird. I've always dated girls, what's going on? Why does my mind remind me of the kiss in my room every time I think of something that reminds me of him? There are so many questions, and I don't have the answers to them. Ever since Will walked out that door, I've been feeling a lot weirder than usual. I
Nate— What the hell, Nate! What do you want from me? If you don't want anything to do with me, I'll understand. I apologize for yesterday, for everything!Fuck, do I really want this? That he walk away from me? My mind is very lost. Vulnerability gives way to something uncontrollable as my eyes stray to his lips. Damn, I'm going crazy like this! I take her arm once more, and pull her into one of the bathroom stalls. I close the door, then look closely at him, his mouth so full and rosy. What am I thinking?— What are you...I'm out of control. I take his mouth hard, pull his hair, my body is glued to his. It smells so good! My tongue invades his mouth, and meets his, while my hands c
NateSitting on the bed, and thinking about what I just said to myself in front of the mirror. Coming to this conclusion was not easy, there are so many things that imply, but it is very clear. It's no use hiding it from myself, Will came into my life and settled in my mind, and also in my heart. This is a fact!I think about the times I turned Mali away, because I thought about Will and the possibility of kissing him, during the shooting of scenes for episode five, and how completely thirsty I was for a kiss from him that day. I think about how weird I felt, thinking I did something wrong, and I happen to remember what I heard from my uncle Khalan, that he would never stop loving his husband, who is in Japan on business, because society thinks he can not.My uncle is right. I was wrong. Will made me see that it
NateI had an intense night, my mind seemed to collapse. I just thought about what it would be like to meet him, and tell him everything, and what would he say? Thinking about all this, I barely slept, I got up early so I could get to the recording set as soon as I called and he didn't answer me. Will arrived late, something he doesn't usually do. I tried to approach him but I didn't succeed, he just ignored me the whole time. Unfortunately that was my reality for the next two days, I tried to get closer, and he would always make something up, and walk away after recording.Today we have recordings of some important scenes for the series. Thirasak will confess to Wanchai that he doesn't want to be a fake boyfriend, but the real one. We spent the entire day at Chulalongkorn University, but specifically in the Facu
NateHis gaze is confused, in fact I can't believe I even had the courage to say it in front of everyone on set, and before any reaction from Will, P'Tan scolds me once more.— Sorry to inform you, I liked your improv, but that's not what's in the script, Nate!I look in his direction, a little lost.— It's not that...— Alright, let's redo that last part!The scene was redone without the "I'm in love with you, Will!" As soon as it was over, I went to talk to the director to clarify my “distraction” in the recording, and the errors
NateWill made me walk through that pile of stalls looking for the one we bought Pad Thai. We sat in the same area of tables as the other time. At our table the menu was the same, the highlight this time was the meat skewer, and the way he eats it is making me impatient.— You don't eat like that, Will!— What's the problem? I like it that way, I take the pieces one by one and eat!— Because you eat straight from the toothpick!— Oh Nate, how boring you are! He says and brings his fingers to his mouth, and gently licks them one by one. That's
NateYour lips are extremely soft. A tender, soft kiss. My tongue wanders through her mouth as I wrap my hands around her neck, and our kiss becomes more intense, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Will lets go of my lips, our breaths are labored. I open my eyes, and I face his intense and hot gaze at me, I smile slightly at him, who pulls away a little.— What's it? — I askat him, as I watch the nothingness in front of him.— Nothing.— Nothing? And are you like this?— Is nothing!—
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