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"Wait, Ai' Kla," Techno struggles and pays for it with another kiss, a mean one, sloppy and mostly biting. But what's more frightening is the power coming off Kengkla in waves. With a hand sliding to Techno's hip, Kengkla is able to hold him down, and when Kengkla quickens the pace of his stroke, Techno spreads his legs further.

"P'No wants more?" Kengkla asks when he pulls back from the kiss and sits back on his heels. His lips are puffy and spit-slick and quirked up into a wolf-like smile. "I'll make you feel good. I promise." The hand at Techno's dick slides down to his perineum. "I want to make sure to thank you properly."

Techno can't stop a gasp at the sudden loss of sensation. "Ai' Kla, this is enough of a t-thanks," He stammers. He doesn't want Kengkla to make a scene in this house. Techno chews his lower lip, trying to ignore the familiar tightness in his chest.

Kengkla's eyes are half-closed in enjoyment, and it makes Techno's dick harden as Kengkla grips it again, pleasuring him with careful strokes. The other hand, the hand that Techno had sucked and licked, slips between Techno's legs to press against his hole. "Ffu--, A' Kla, please!" He gasps, but that was all he could do before Kengkla presses a finger inside him, and all the air seems to leave his lungs. Just the one finger and it feels so big like Techno can't breathe around it.

"P'No, please," Kengkla says gently, rocking the finger back and forth. "Trust me, P'. It will feel good soon." He leans down suddenly with a smile, wrapping his mouth around Techno, and Techno lets out a sob at intense suction.

And Kengkla must sense it's overwhelming because he pulls back to lick a long, slow stripe up the underside of Techno's dick, pressing his tongue flat against the sensitive vein. When Techno dares to look down at Kengkla, it's almost as if the boy is looking for praise, making sure he's doing good.

But Techno can't take it. He tries to hide from Kengkla's gaze and squeezes his eyes shut, but that-- it made everything ten times more intense. And it gets worse once Kengkla starts sucking again; this time in time with the thrusts of his finger. Techno makes a low, sharp sound, feeling like he was breaking apart.

Kengkla doesn't stop. He swallows around Techno's dick, all suction, and heat. Before Techno could even find a way to breathe, there's a second finger in his ass, rocking him, stretching him out.

"P'No's so cute, so hot," Kengkla's breathing, pulling away from Techno's dick for a moment. "Please relax, P'No." But Techno can't relax, not even without the extra sucking sensation. Kengkla's touch is dipping deeper into him, pushing him open and dragging almost too-much-sensation with just the minimal lubrication of Techno's saliva clinging to his skin.

Tears begin to roll down Techno's face. He can't stop them, not when he's this overwhelmed and vulnerable. "N'Kla," He chokes out around his hand, biting it to quiet his own sobs. But Kengkla just stares down at him with hungry eyes then presses a spot inside of Techno that makes him arch and scream.

It's probably loud enough for the others to hear, but he can't even process it. Techno's too busy coming in sticky stripes over his stomach and the bottom of his shirt. Kengkla is still pressing inside him, holding the point of pressure, and Techno keeps coming, each jolt of pleasure wringing tension from his body. By the time it's over, he's quivering boneless against the bed, shaky and overheated even as Kengkla's fingers ease out of him.

He's staring at the ceiling and blinking heat haze from his vision when he feels Kengkla pull away, the extra weight on the bed leaving as well. When he finally reaches up with a shaky finger, Techno wipes away the tears at his eyes and lets out a loud sigh. While he catches his breath, Techno's common sense slowly begins to return to him. He wonders what he is going to do, wonders about the consequences of his actions. This wasn't something he can pretend to forget. Techno has no idea what to do now. He's still languid and trembling with aftershocks, and when Techno looks down at himself, he feels embarrassed by the mess he made of himself and all over the sheets.

Techno's thoughts are going a mile a minute when a touch at his sensitive cock makes him cry out, and he glances up to see Kengkla leaning over him, knee on the bed while he cleans Techno with a wet face towel. Kengkla is watching him, eyes dark under the dip of his lashes and his mouth in a soft line. "Is P'No okay?" Kengkla whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, then he smiles. "You were so soft and tight around my fingers. P' was so sexy."

His chest tightens at Kengkla's words while he watches the other toss the blanket into a laundry basket across the room. Techno's reaching down to pull up his shorts, cheeks flushed in embarrassment when he thinks about his uncle finding the rag when Kengkla gets back on the bed on his knees next to him. Kengkla's arms wrap around his neck while he presses close, nuzzling Techno's neck and scenting it with a sharp inhale. "I'm glad I could make it so good for you, P'No."

While Kengkla begins pressing light kisses up his neck, Techno regains his sense and reaches a hand up to tap Kengkla's back. "N-no more," He tries in a meek voice. "P's had enough." He's sure Kengkla is offended when he sits back on his heels, but Kengkla lifts his hand, fingers brushing against the tangle of hair across Techno's forehead. His touch is oddly tentative, the contact uncertain, and Techno's eyes widen.

Kengkla's touch drags across his scalp, fingers winding into Techno's hair, and he leans down, hovering his lips next to Techno's ear without touching. He can hear the breath Kengkla takes from this distance, and Techno's heart pounds fast in anticipation. "I love you, P'Techno."

"Uh," Techno says lamely. There's pressure against his chest. He's not quite sure what to say back, tries to remember how to swallow with his heart pounding in his chest.

It feels awkward, a strange struggle with himself for the perfect response, but Kengkla simply silently stares at him. He hardly knows Kengkla at all when he thinks about it. Kengkla goes to Technic's school. He's a handsome, intelligent boy from a rich family and cares for Techno like the perfect boyfriend. If he were a girl, it would be easy to fall for Kengkla. But as a man, Techno feels awkward, struggles with himself. Type and Tharn are two men dating, yet this feels different. Maybe if he didn't end up in a relationship with Kengkla because of what happened; then maybe he'd feel less conflicted about it, feel less shame and guilt that Kengkla is declaring his love. Maybe he wouldn't feel the pressure to give Kengkla the same answer.

Adrenaline spills up Techno's throat and over his tongue until he's giving voice to words. "I don't know how I feel," Techno says, the statement coming easy and unthinking with honesty he's not sure Kengkla is ready to hear. "I'm...confused."There's a beat of silence, a chance for Kengkla to respond that he doesn't take, and the affection in Kengkla's gaze disappears.

Kengkla doesn't stop smiling but his eyes narrow, and Techno is still staring at the other's expression and trying to make sense of it when Kengkla tips his head down to kiss Techno's forehead. "That's okay, P'No. I'm just glad you are my boyfriend," Kengkla says then leans back, and Techno can feel a shudder of relief until Kengkla adds, "I'll just have to work harder to make you love me too."

Techno notes the steady attention in Kengkla's gaze before he turns his head and clears his throat, ignoring the way his heart beats faster at the words. He doesn't know what face he makes. It's a cringe, he thinks. "Uh," He searches for something to say when he hears a knock at the door.

"P'No?" It's Good, speaking louder than Techno has heard him before. However, it wasn't so quiet in the room, it's possible Techno wouldn't have heard him.

Techno lifts his head to look past Kengkla hovering over him, his attention pulling out of its self-destructive spiral and into startling focus at the door. "Ai' Good," He calls out. "I'm coming out soon. Ai' Kla got a bit too drunk last night," He pauses to laugh awkwardly. "So he slept on my floor. I'll wake him up, and we'll be out soon. Okay? Tell everyone to get ready."

Kengkla stares at him with blinking startled attention before slowly pushing himself off the bed, turning away from Techno toward the door. Then when Good doesn't answer, Techno rolls his eyes. "This captain gave you an order, Ai' Good. Did you hear me?"

"Okay," Good deadpans.

It's when Techno can no longer hear Good's footsteps that he feels his cheeks heat to red under the state of his undress and lets out a sigh. "Ai' Kla," He says timidly. "Can you...uh...can you hand my pants, Ai Kla?" It's awkward, and Techno wants to die right now. But somehow, he lives through it when Kengkla hands him his pants off the floor, staring at Techno with hungry eyes.

Techno tries to ignore the look from Kengkla and scrambles to slide his pants on, grimacing at the display, then turns to the younger when he pushes himself off the bed. "Aii' Kla, you head out there and get ready. We're leaving after breakfast," Techno informs him with a frown, trying to change the subject.

"What will P' do?" Kengkla asks in a rushed breath, hunger disappearing from his eyes.

"Clean up this mess," He mutters under his breath, turning away from Kengkla to lean over the bed and pull the sheets up to straighten it. "Just go on out."

He's messing with the pillows, placing them back at the head of the bed, when he feels a touch at his lower back. Techno gasps and spins around to face Kengkla who stands closer to him than before. "Please set next to me on the bus," Kengkla begs, withdrawing his hand from where he was touching Techno.

It wasn't exactly what he was expecting Kengkla to say, so Techno takes a moment to form an answer, mouth hanging open. "P' will try," He answers after collecting his thoughts then reaches out to place his palms against Kengkla's chest, pushing him. "Go get ready, Ai' Kla."

Kengkla's grin flashes bright as he backs away from Techno. "Yes, captain P'No," He purrs, voice like smoke in Techno's ears, and Techno stalls himself to silence, cosinghis mouth as he feels his cheeks glow into heat. Kengkla's watching Techno and not where he's going, his smile pulling wider before finally heading out the door.

When it shuts close with a click, Techno gets to his knees beside the bed and pushes his face into the sheets, He lets out an annoyed noise before picking his head to continue cleaning up the bed. He doesn't even have time to think himself into embarrassment and guilt about what happened here moments ago. It's too much for what he needs to do right now.

Then there's Kengkla's confession- huge confession. Techno was afraid this would happen, was wondering for a while if Kengkla was going to claim he's in love with him. But Kengkla only thought he was in love with him, right? He still didn't get it, Techno was poor, unattractive, unintelligent, and crass, not to mention four years older. He didn't even compare to the girls in Keng kla's school or the ones at Techno's university.

There's no way Kengkla could actually love Techno. It was just lust and confusion, maybe older brother feelings at most. That's the reason Kengkla's all over Techno lately, always wanting his attention and his touch. But no one's ever given Techno this much attention, never touched him in this way. It feels good, sure, but that's no excuse for why he doesn't stop it. He wouldn't let Type do things like that to him. No way in hell.

Techno's packing his dirty clothes into his backpack when the thought comes to him. He huffs amusement, laughter falling easy from his throat. Definitely not Type, absolutely not Can, no way in hell with Good or Champ. None of his friends.

"Shit no." He takes a breath and sighs it out, slow, like he's tasting smoke then zips up his bag and stands up. If he wouldn't kiss and touch his friends, then why does he let Kengkla?

Techno wishes he never did what he did, wishes he could've taken it all back, agreeing to be Kengkla's boyfriend and all. He knew it was a bad idea. Obviously, it was a bad idea, right from the start. If he spent any time at all thinking about it, he would never have agreed to it. The only explanation he had for agreeing was absolute insanity.

An apology should have sufficed. Maybe even an ass-kicking or a slap in the face. It would be better than being constantly confused and overwhelmed, feeling like he can't get away from the guilt and shame. Even if sometimes Techno pretends everything is normal and Kengkla is just a clingy junior, it doesn't take anything back.

But the worst part of all is that lately, Techno has caught himself accepting this relationship with Kengkla. He noticed it first on the bus. It's when Kengkla brought him a snack that Techno felt a flicker of warmth in his chest e at seeing someone else think of him before themselves. Often, his friends would simply tell Techno what they want, never offering to pay unless they owed him. Even on his birthday, they never bought him a gift that they wouldn't benefit from too.

Then he had another scary feeling when Kengkla interrupted his cooking. Though he was totally oblivious to Kengkla's actions, Techno already caught himself staring at the other boy's mouth before Kengkla even pounced. He was convinced it was pure madness that he waited so long to push Kengkla away.

But it just got worse on the beach when Kengkla walked around half undressed. From public schooling to being on a football team, Techno saw plenty of male bodies before. Yet, he couldn't help but catch himself staring at Kengkla, watching the other walk around the beach and show off. He felt disgusted with himself for even feeling a hint of arousal.

This quickly shifted to concern once the fight occurred. Type was so quick to judge and point fingers at Kengkla. Techno was used to defending his teammates, yelling at the referee. But it was like he couldn't stop feeling the need to protect Kengkla, especially when he started drinking. His chest tightened with concern at the sight, couldn't help but worry for Kengkla.

Maybe it was the attention. Surely, it was the attention Kengkla gave him that made Techno feel all these things. Techno told himself this until Kengkla broke down in tears about his parents. There was no heat in Techno's veins then, nothing but sadness and anger for how Kengkla's parents treated the innocent kid. He was the perfect child unquestionably: good grades, handsome face, caring, and kind. His parents should be thankful and proud, not selfish and uncaring. Techno couldn't turn Kengkla down, not when he wanted some comfort. It just confused him why Kengkla thought comfort meant kissing.

That night, Techno even gave in, letting Kengkla sleep in his bed. It was hell. He had to shut his eyes to the sensation of Kengkla hugging him, had to concentrate on breathing as normally as he could while his heart tried to pound itself out-of-rhythm in his chest while he sorted through a range of emotions.

It's right this morning that Techno knows he's in too deep, something's wrong. He's no longer thinking of Kengkla as just his brother's friend.

The first night he had drunkenness to blame. A week later, after Techno's game, he had fear and guilt to explain why he let Kengkla touch him in that bathroom. And after Kengkla broke the plate, Techno was shocked and confused, letting Kengkla make out with him on the couch. But he ran out of excuses at Kengkla's place. They were home alone. He could have left, could have called a cab. Kengkla wouldn't hit him. He wasn't afraid of him. If anything, he was afraid of himself.

But it's this morning that Techno is certain he's confused. It's not that he's turned on by Kengkla, really. The other drives him crazy when he touches him, makes Techno feel like his skin is trying to evaporate off his body and his blood is heating in his veins. It's a surprisingly pleasant sensation, after all. So he doesn't fight Kengkla, even when he knows he should, even when he feels uncomfortable. It's easy to chalk this up to lust, or just to not think about it at all.

Techno has always been good at turning away from what he doesn't want to see, good at convincing himself of what he wants to believe is true; the problem is when he's not sure how long he can keep it up or how long he wants to.

A/N: 

This chapter is one of the last smutty ones for a while :( But I think you'll enjoy the rest. Hopefully!! I am trying to pace things better. There will be a time skip after this but nothing drastic.

<3 Thank you all so much for all the comments and over 50k hits! WOW! 

Also, I am going to be so sad when HIStory 3 is over T__T