Nate
Touching him, providing pleasure and hearing his moans is something indescribable. I had never been with a guy before, so I feel different, but in an extremely happy way. "Come on bunny!", as soon as I ask, he lets out a desperate moan and watching him explode in pleasure was delicious. I watch every detail of my boyfriend, he breathes breathlessly, and opens a satisfied smile when his gaze meets mine, I smile back. I caress his face, he opens and closes his eyes, and then stares at me.
— Do you want me to do it on you?
— Are you tired?
— Don't worry about it! — he answers, and I hand him some paper to clean up the re
NateA few days have passed, after the declarations, besides the intense moments that we had in the living room, in my bedroom, and in the bathroom. I can say that our relationship has evolved a lot, and the confused ideas that I had in my mind no longer absorb me so much, however, we still haven't reached our final destination. I believe that we need to experience some stages in order to reach the apex, and I have been thinking about this for a while, ever since Will assured me that he didn't mind being active, passive or flexible.We are working too much, and he usually sleeps at my house on the weekends, for him, I would sleep every day, and this has become a routine, I confess that I like it too much when he sleeps here, always hugging me. Being in love sometimes makes you a little stupid, and I believe I a
NateI look toward the door, and there are Will and my mother. I let go of Oat, and he hands me his cell phone.— Oat, how are you, dear? You and Nate don't change, always the same stupid jokes... — except for my mom, at least I think, because my boyfriend's face doesn't look so good. I stand up and approach him.— What's going on here, Nate? — his voice sounds like a whisper.— Nothing, it's just that Oat wanted to get my cell phone at all costs, and I was trying to stop him.— Lying on top of him? That's a pretty strange way to keep him from getting your cell phone, don't you think?
NateMe: If by chance I want to, what do I do?Oat: you know that you need to do a cleaning process so you don't run the risk of having some surprisesMe: I know thatbut I don't know how to do it exactlyOat: I'll send you some videos later, don't forget the condomAnd most importantly the lubricantMe: Right tell mesomething, does it hurt a lot
WillEverything has been changing in my life since I met him. In the beginning I thought he was stuck up, boring, and intimidating, because that's how he showed himself to me, but all this perspective changed as we got to know each other a little more, and I got to know the real Nate. The one who is insecure, who doesn't let everyone near him, who laughs at anything I say, and who has settled in my mind and heart in a way that will be very hard to get him out.When I arrived at his house, and found him mounted on top of a guy, their faces just inches apart, I was really annoyed. After all, the guy in question is his long-time friend, he is handsome, has an angelic face, and on top of that, he is gay. Then insecurity took over my mind, with so many thoughts, and one of them was that Nate would prefer to have a new sexual e
Will— Who says I'm going to do it out of obligation? I'm going to do it because I want to give you pleasure too... And I want to try it! — I don't know the guy in front of me. That's not Nate! I wonder what he drank, or used before come to my house? But I won't miss the opportunity to feel your mouth sucking my cock, I really won't!— So suck me, kitten!That was enough to get him up. I lie down, and he positions himself on top of me, my hands go up to his neck and then I stroke his hair, he unzips his shorts and helps me take them off, along with his underwear and T-shirt. Quickly his hand caresses my chest, and our exchange of glances at this moment is so intense, that I feel it is possible to enjoy myself, just by doing this.— You h
NateThe question is: "Why didn't I try this before?Ah... I remembered, because I was afraid."Fear of experimenting, of feeling, of exploring parts of my body that could give me pleasure, and I simply didn't know about. The worst is to feel fear for putting so many ideas in my head, and let them take over my subconscious, allowing me to live in a state of inertia, without being able to surrender to a passion that changed my way of seeing life, and seeing far beyond.With every touch, every kiss, my body is surrendered to desir
NateI still feel pain. The pleasure goes a little far, we change positions a few times, even on the side it still hurts, I get discouraged and wish it would end soon. I don't want to disappoint him, but I need to ask him to stop.— Will, stop... I'm not well! — As soon as I say it, he immediately stops what he is doing.I turn to look at him, his face has a worried look.Caress my face.— Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!— It didn't hurt me, it just hurt and I couldn't handle it!— You'd better be active, because you've already had experiences. It was obvious that I wouldn'
WillSince I received the news that I would be playing Wanchai, and that one of his characteristics was that he was too distracted to understand that the hottest guy in college only accepted to be his fake Date because he was really interested in him, I started thinking a lot about how I felt in the past, and accepting that I could not lie to myself.The novel shows how confused my character's feelings were about being a romantic couple, and how patient Thirasak was in waiting and understanding Wanchai in such a beautiful way. My story with Nate was similar, and life imitated art, and there are so many similarities between the two of us, and our characters, that sometimes I believe we were born to live those characters.
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