Baiboon POV
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"Baiboon?"
I was startled at the sound of my name and smiled sheepishly at P'Kim.
"Are you ok? You looked like you were troubled," he asked.
With a sigh, I looked down. I sat with my school books spread out on the iron table and bench set in the garden of P'Kims and P'Kamol's home. It was one of my favourite places to study, primarily because P'Khom would often walk by.
I'd been hopelessly in love with him ever since we met. Not only was he handsome but he was sweet, kind and very strong too. He's everything I could want but he still sees me as a little kid.
"Baiboon?"
I jumped again, and my cheeks flamed.
"Sorry P'Kim … yeah I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You seemed like you've got a lot on your mind. Is school ok? It's not too hard is it?" he asked.
School, hard? School was the easiest thing in my life. I was studying home economics and I was in my final year. I'd wanted to be able to help my aunt with her cooking duties. Mainly, I wanted to be able to cook more food for P'Khom.
The thing I found hard was trying to attract P'Khom's attention or at least make him see me as a man and not a boy.
"P'Kim, can I ask you a question?" I asked closing my books.
P'Kim smiled and instantly nodded.
"What did you do to attract P'Kamol?"
P'Kim instantly coughed and stuttered, I don't think he expected me to ask about that. I poured him a drink from the jug my aunt left me.
He took a big drink, thanking me after. Once he'd finished he turned to me, his cheeks flushed.
"Why are you asking me that?"
Now it was my turn to blush once again. I squirmed in my seat.
"Is it because of P'Khom?" he asked.
I could feel a goofy smile spread on my face as I nodded.
"Baiboon, I think what I did to attract P'Kamol won't be helpful because P'Khom is a different type of man. If you want to attract him then you need to find a way to show him that you're ready for him."
"How do I do that?" I sighed.
"I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll figure it out," he told me as he stood and patted my shoulder.
Just as he left, my phone rang, it was one of my college friends. He wanted me to come out for a drink. Usually, I refused, preferring to stay home, but he kept asking.
I was about to refuse again when P'Khom walked up and an idea boomed.
"Yeah, I can come this time, where is it?" I asked.
P'Khom stopped and turned to me.
"Okay, sure. I'll be there," I confirmed before hanging up.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked.
"Yeah, my friends are meeting at a bar near school. I'm gonna meet up with them," I explained as I started packing my things away.
My plan was to show him I could be an adult and drink and have fun. If I do that he'll definitely see me as a man.
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Later that night, at the bar, my friends were encouraging me to drink and I wasn't going to say no.
"Baiboon, maybe you should slow down," one of my friends suggested but another told him to be quiet.
I wasn't very interested in drinking but if it helped me with P'Khom then I would give it a try.
My head started swimming a little so I told them I would go and get some fresh air. One of my newer friends, Tew, came with me. I'd only met him a couple of weeks ago. He was a friend of a friend.
We stood outside the main entrance and I was trying to take deep slow breaths to ease the sick feeling I was starting to get.
"You ok Baiboon?" Tew asked, rubbing my back.
I nodded and closed my eyes. The bright lights were making me feel worse, though closing my eyes was no better as my head began spinning in circles. At this moment, I have no clue why I thought this was a good idea.
I was faintly aware of Tew moving closer to my side, I could still feel his hand rubbing my back but now I could feel one on my chest.
"Tew … What … What are you doing?" I stammered weakly.
"Shhh, it's ok Baiboon, I'm going to take good care of you … do you know that I've wanted you since we met? " he whispered before kissing up and down my neck.
I tried to push him off but the alcohol was making me feel sluggish.
"I don't …" I started but couldn't finish as my world was still spinning.
I didn't want this! Instantly, I felt stupid and scared and I had no idea what to do.
Just as I felt his hand move under my shirt it disappeared. I gazed up to see him being yanked away from me by ...
"P'Khom!" I called out.
Tew was cowering as he tried to pull against the fist holding his shirt. P'Khom was glaring angrily at him.
"Get in the car Baiboon!" he ordered.
I scrambled clumsily to the car. Once I was inside I turned to look back, Tew was nowhere to be seen and P'Khom was scowling as he made his way to the other side.
"P'Khom?" I asked.
"Be quiet!" he growled.
Instantly, my head hung low and my shoulders dipped. If I wanted to show him I was a man, I don't think I succeeded. I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes started to get misty.
Once back at home, he left the car the minute he pulled up. Quietly, I had no choice but to follow him. He was standing in the main room when I came in.
I waited and waited for him to turn around or say something but he remained silent. His hands were balled into fists and pressed into his hips.
"P'Khom?" I asked tentatively. "I'm sorry, I …"
"What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled as he turned to face me.
His usually soft and gentle face looked hard and angry, so much so that it scared me.
"I …"
"Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn't been there?" he asked, still glaring.
All I could do was apologise again and hang my head.
"When are you going to stop acting like this? Do you think that this makes you a grown-up? Drinking with your friends to the point where you can't even protect yourself! You need to grow up! I can't always be there to protect you Baiboon!"
Tears and anger welled up inside me. I lifted my head and with as much strength as I could I shouted.
"Don't then! Leave me alone!"
Khom POV
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His eyes instantly stilled the rage boiling inside me. He looked hurt and upset, not because of what could have happened to him, but … because of me.
Before I could say or do anything, he ran off and I felt helpless. Khun Kim and Khun Kamol came downstairs a few moments later.
"What's going on?" Kim asked as he watched Baiboon race off.
I sighed and instantly stiffened.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," I told them with a small bow.
"It's ok, P'Khom. Is Baiboon alright?" he asked.
"He got drunk and one of his friends tried to take advantage of him," I told them. "I got there in time to stop it."
"That's good," Khun Kim smiled. "Just give him a little time, he's probably embarrassed right now."
I nodded, bowed and went to my room. I passed Baiboon's and went to knock. My fist was only inches away from the door, but instead, I continued on and hoped Khun Kim was right.
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The next morning, I was anxiously waiting for Baiboon to come out of his room. P'Nee came through from the kitchen so I stopped her.
"Have you seen Baiboon yet?" I asked.
"Oh! He's already left for school," she told me before continuing with her duties.
'School? He doesn't have any classes today,' I thought.
I pulled out my phone and dialled his number. It rang twice then cut off. He'd hung up on me. I tried to call again but this time it went straight to voicemail. I sighed as dread filled my stomach.
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Later that night, I was waiting for him again. That was until his aunt told me he was staying with his friends tonight. Instantly I was concerned.
"Which friend?" I demanded but she didn't know.
Instantly, I called him again and, again, it went to voicemail every time. Khun Kim walked up with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you ok P'Khom?" he asked.
"Baiboon isn't answering his phone. This morning, his aunt said he went to school but I know he doesn't have classes today and then she said he is staying with his friends tonight."
"Yeah, he told me he wouldn't be back tonight," he explained.
"Don't you think that's odd?" I asked.
"Truthfully, yes I do, but … can I be honest with you?" he asked as he pointed to the sofa.
Slowly, I nodded. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
"You know how he feels about you, don't you?"
Again, I nodded. Of course, I know. It wasn't hard to see but I couldn't go there.
"He thinks you only see him as a kid … Do you? Is that the way you think of him? Or is it something else?"
"I …" My cheeks felt flushed.
I couldn't say that I wanted him, wanted to hold him, kiss him and make him mine. I wanted to kill the guy that was all over him the other night. I couldn't say all that, he's too young!
"P'Khom, I get that you're probably a bit conflicted about him. He's young and inexperienced. Before, I thought it was because of your job, but that can't be the reason now, so what else is it?" he asked.
"He's just so young and I'm not. Baiboon should be out hanging with his friends, dating people his own age not wanting an old man like me. I don't like going out, I don't like socialising. Plus his family couldn't possibly accept me."
I felt pathetic as I finally voiced my worries. Khun Kim looked sympathetic as he patted my shoulder.
"If you showed them how much you love him, I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Plus, have you asked him if he actually wants to hang out with his friend or socialise? He could actually want what you do, when you love someone you make those changes."
I nodded, understanding what he meant. I'd seen that first-hand with him and Khun Kamol.
"I think last night he wanted to show you that he was older now and he wants you to not look at him like a kid anymore. Obviously, it didn't go well but he couldn't have known that. Don't hold what happened last night against him," Khun Kim turned to leave, then he added, "Oh, and remember, age is just a number."
Khun Kim stood and left me alone to think. I'd not seen him as a young man in a long time but no matter how old he was I was still older.
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Baiboon didn't come home for several more nights, and even P'Nee was concerned.
"Khun Khom, can I talk to you?" she'd asked me, after the third night of him staying away.
"What is it P'Nee," I asked as I read over some files I didn't actually need to read.
"Is everything ok with you and Baiboon?" she asked.
My head shot up and my eyes widened. P'Nee started to chuckle.
"Khun, I'm not blind. I've known for a long time how you two feel about each other. Have you had a fight? Have you broken up? It's not like him to stay away for this long," she asked.
"We're not together … I mean we can't be together," I told her quietly.
"Why not? To be honest, I thought you two were. It's obvious you care about him and he's head over heels for you."
"I'm a lot older than him," I told her.
"Yes, you are," she patted my knee with a small smile. "When he first came here, I was a little worried about that. Though, if I didn't know you as well as I do, I would have been even more concerned. However, despite your feelings, you've not taken advantage of him or led him on in any way."
"I think you shouldn't worry about age so much, or about what others think. I know you'll do right by him and make him very happy. You've just gotta make up for whatever has happened," she reassured me.
With one more pat, she left me then and I couldn't believe what I'd heard. I really thought she would have been against us, just purely because of my age.
I knew I had to make it right. Maybe show him that I do see him the way he wants me to.
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The next morning, P'Nee approached me as I was eating breakfast.
"Baiboon texted. He's asked if you are at home today or working. He wants to get some fresh clothes. I told him you were out all day."
She winked at me as she put the phone away.
"He'll be here in about an hour. Khun Kamal and Kim are away for the weekend and the trio of trouble are busy. Make it up," she smiled.
My heart lifted as I watched her walk away, with wide eyes and a huge smile.
'Baiboon is coming here!' I thought.
Hastily I finished my breakfast and started to form a plan. I wasn't sure what I was going to do or say but I knew I wasn't going to let him go anywhere else tonight, or any other night for that matter.
Baiboon POV
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Butterflies flitted about in my stomach as I approached the house. My aunt assured me P'Khom was at work but I wondered if she lied. She'd been begging me to come home.
I felt bad for staying away but I couldn't face him anymore. My feelings for him weren't going to go away if I was around him.
My friends had heard about what happened with Tew. He'd confronted me at school about leading him on when I had a boyfriend.
"I didn't realise you were a player! How could you lead me on when you have a boyfriend? Someone should tell him his boyfriend is a flirt!"
I'd pushed him back, anger fueling me from P'Khom.
"I never led you on, I was never interested in you like that. You were the one who took things too far. I was clearly drunk and you tried to take advantage. Also, I don't have a boyfriend, that was … was a friend of my aunts."
I stuttered and felt the fight go out of me but luckily my friends stepped in to defend me. They knew me and knew I would never do that. Plus they knew of my hopeless fixation on P'Khom.
He'd picked me up a few times from school and they'd seen how I looked at him. They had teased me at first until they saw how much pain I was in from it.
When I asked to stay for a few days, they pestered me to tell them what had happened. Afterwards, they said I had to get over him. I knew they were right but how could I?
Taking a deep breath, I walked through the front door. Everything seemed quiet and still. My aunt had said everyone was away today, even the maids were off. Just in case, I made my way to my room quietly.
I glanced down at P'Khom's room, almost expecting him to be standing there. With a sad sigh, I turned away, I was being stupid.
"Hello, Baiboon."
I literally jumped out of my skin as I walked in. P'Khom was sitting at my desk.
"What … what …" I stammered.
P'Khom smiled sadly and stood. He walked slowly towards me and I held my breath. My entire body was frozen to the spot.
"I've been waiting for you," he whispered as his hand came up to cup my cheek.
The contact sent a shock of heat throughout my body and I jumped as if I'd been burned. I moved away from him and, stupidly, scrambled to the other side of the room.
"What .. what are you doing here?" I stammered.
P'Khom sighed and his body sagged. It looked as though he had the whole world on his shoulders. My heart ached for a different reason now, I wanted to reach out and soothe his pain. I clenched my fists to stop myself.
"I'm sorry Baiboon," he whispered.
"Sorry?" I asked.
What could he be sorry for? My heart wanted to hope he meant he was sorry for pushing me away and not admitting how he felt but my mind wouldn't let it.
"Can we sit and talk?" he asked.
He moved back to the large chair where he sat before and I moved onto my bed.
"Baiboon, look at me," he commanded softly.
My eyes couldn't help but obey, my whole body wanted to.
"I'm sorry I shouted at you before. That night, when I saw what he was doing, I was just so worried about what could have happened if I hadn't decided to go to you."
Of course, that was why he was sorry. My brain wanted to scream 'I told you so' to my heart and I was inclined to let it.
"Don't worry about it," I mumbled dejectedly. "I've already forgotten about it."
I was lying but he didn't need to worry about that.
"Anyway, you were right. I shouldn't have drank so much, it was my own fault."
My voice sounded hollow and flat.
"No! Baiboon …" he started to say.
"Thank you anyway, you saved me. I promise I won't drink like that again so you don't have to worry about me anymore," I told him as I stood and walked to my closet. "I'm just grabbing a few things then going back to my friends. We have a lot of projects due soon and it's better to stay together to get them done."
My heart broke as I finished speaking and he remained silent. His silence only confirmed what I had to do. I needed to get over him and to do that I needed to leave this house, at least for a little while.
I grabbed a few things and picked up a spare backpack I had. Carelessly, I pushed the clothes in before moving to grab my charger. He stayed still as I moved past him to grab my things from the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a haunted version of myself and I realised that was how I really looked. Whilst staying with my friend I hardly slept. I'm sure I looked pathetic to P'Khom.
With a deep breath, I resolved to move past him one more time. I opened the door and he was still sitting there, his eyes locked on me. I faltered.
His eyes were cold. It was like they were empty as if he had pushed everything inside away, as if he was lifeless. I didn't like them. They made me want to rush over and shake him back to life. Quickly, I averted my gaze as I walked back inside.
"Can you tell my aunt I'll be staying with my friends for a while? I'm not sure how long yet, lots to do, you know."
My back was to him as I turned to the door. My mind argued that I heard him stand but I didn't want to hope that he was planning on stopping me.
"Baiboon, please I …"
"It's ok P'Khom. I know you feel responsible for me and I've given you plenty to be worried about. Well, from now on I won't do anything stupid so you can focus on someone else."
The words tasted like bile in my mouth but I had to say it, had to tell him I was moving on.
"I'm sure you've hated having to look after me all the time. I know you only did it because of my aunt and Khun Kamol's orders. You most likely had better things to do with your time."
"Well, now you can. I won't be bothering you anymore," the last part came out as a whisper.
My voice wouldn't allow me to speak any higher the more I went on. My heart was breaking and there wasn't anything I could do.
With a deep resolve set in my heart. I turned and plastered on the biggest fake smile I could manage.
"Goodbye, P'Khom."
"I don't think so!"
Khom POV
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I growled out those words as I gripped his arm and pulled him against me. Every word he'd spoken sent a dagger to the wall around my heart. Now, there were no more defences and I was going to show him.
"P'Khom?" he gasped.
With another growl, I lowered my head to his and captured those sweet lips in mine. He gasped again and it gave me the chance to taste him.
Baiboon whimpered as I moved from his mouth to his neck. I could feel his heart hammering away as he gasped for air. I moved my mouth to his ear.
"Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? Do you have any idea what you do to me? I want you so bad that I'm afraid I'll lose control when you're around."
I shifted my hips against him to make my point. Baiboon's innocent eyes widened. A smirk formed on my face as I could feel his own erection grow.
"You're mine Baiboon! You're not going anywhere!"
With a strong push, Baiboon flew onto the bed and I hovered over him. A blush was spreading throughout his face and I could see his eyes blazing with lust. He wanted this just as much as I did.
I sat back up on my knees and ripped my shirt off. His mouth hung open as he hungrily scanned my body. His shirt was next before I yanked his jeans and boxers off too. He lay naked below me. That blush spread down to his erection.
"P'Khom!" he groaned as my fingers ghosted over his skin.
"Tell me you want this or tell me to stop? Do it now, because I don't think I can stop if we go any further," I told him.
"I want … P'Khom, please," he begged.
I doubted he knew what he was begging for but it didn't matter. I was going to give him everything.
Slowly, I leaned over him and lightly pecked his lips, just a taste. He lifted his head for more but I moved down. I licked around his chest as I felt his shaky hands grip my hair.
Baiboon was writhing beneath me as I neared his cock. It jerked and I wasted no time in devouring it. In one swift motion, I took the head in my mouth and sank down.
"P'!" he called out as his hips jerked up.
My pace was quick and strong. I gave him no chance to adjust or get used to anything as I sucked and bobbed. I looked up to see his head thrown back and his back arched, he was lost to the pleasure.
With a pop, I sat back up and moved to remove my own jeans. I was hard and craved to have his mouth on mine, but I was patient. I wanted something else.
I spat into my hand and coated his cock, before moving a hand behind myself. My large fingers pushed into my hole and I winced. Bottoming wasn't something I did often, if I was being honest, I had only done it just once but I wanted to give him this.
His eyes widened as he noticed what I was doing. Once ready, I lined myself up and slowly sank down. I hissed a little but then a groan escaped me.
"P'Khom?" he asked with a groan.
"It's ok Baiboon, fuck! … you feel so good inside me! Grab my hips, thrust up as I come down," I told him.
Baiboon did as instructed and his hips tentatively moved up to meet mine. With each thrust, his cock rubbed against my sweet spot and my cock jerked.
"Grab my cock!" I growled at him.
His shy touch sent jolts of fire raging through me, stoking the already burning flames. I placed my hand over his and guided him. As my hips rotated his hand moved up and down.
"I'm going to cum soon!" I panted above him.
"I … I …" he gasped.
I felt the coil start to tighten in my balls before one more thrust hit that spot just right. Jets of hot white cum spurted from my tip, coating his hand, abs and chest. Baiboon's hips jerked under me as I felt his release.
Slowly, I rocked above him until his movements slowed. Then, as gently as I could I lifted up. His cock flopped down onto his stomach as I felt a trickle of his cum come out.
With a grunt, I collapsed beside him. My shaky arms pulled him against me. His heart was still racing as I felt his pants against me.
"P'Khom?"
I placed my thumb and finger under his chin. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. I don't think he was quite sure what had happened.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away," I kissed him before he could say or think anything. "I'm not sorry for hitting that creep, for protecting you, for wanting you. I'm sorry that my insecurities held me back."
I stroked his cheek as tears started to form in his eyes.
"I'm sorry that I thought our ages meant that we could never be together. I'm sorry that I forced myself to think of you as a child, it was the only way I could think of to hold myself back."
His soft hands came up to hold mine.
"I thought if I acted on what I was feeling I would be taking advantage of you, especially since I'm more experienced than you are."
Baiboon's eyes fell but I forced him to look at me.
"I haven't been with many people but I have been with a few more than you and just so you know," I held his gaze steadily. "I've only bottomed with one other guy and it never felt like that."
"Who was he?" Baiboon whispered.
"I was in college, he was my first boyfriend. I wasn't very outgoing but he approached me. When we got physical I wasn't even given the option really. He tried to take his time but I hated it. We broke up a few weeks later when I said I didn't like to bottom."
"So why did you do it with me?" he asked, moving to rest on his arm so he could look down at me.
"Because it's you," I told him. "I wanted to give you something. To prove to you that I'm yours, and only yours. If you'll forgive me?"
Baiboon moved closer and pressed his lips to mine tentatively. His small hand cupped my face as his eyes twinkled.
"I forgive you."
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The next morning, I awoke to Baiboon in my arms. He was half-sprawled on top of me and I loved his weight. The sun filtered in through the window as he slowly awoke.
"Good morning," he mumbled sleepily.
I couldn't resist, quickly I spun us around and kissed him passionately. His body spiked as his heart raced.
"Now that I've made it up to you, it's your turn."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting.
"You need to make up for getting drunk and letting someone else touch you. As well as running away," I growled.
"How … how can I … what do I have … to … to do?" he stammered with a blush.
I trailed my hand down his body and squeezed his ass tightly. His eyes widened and his cheeks blushed as he caught onto my meaning.
"I hope you're ready. I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to so you never disappear again."