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Pond has been Phuwin's best friend for as long as he can remember. Most people speak about how the older boy, at only two years old, held a shiny eyed, six month old Phuwin and basically imprinted on him.
Phuwin, years later, had been especially mildly amused by the use of the word “imprinted,” after watching Twilight.
Even though Pond had been older, he'd never made Phuwin feel the gap. He'd always let the doe eyed boy follow him around, from home, to school and even university --- Phuwin was a constant in Pond's life. Someone threaded into the very essence of Pond's entire existence.
Phuwin had all his firsts with him --- when he first walked, Pond was the one to witness it, his first word was Pond's name, a clumsy ‘P-p-oo-nd,’ that earned him an earnest grin from the older. Everything that was new to Phuwin was introduced to him by Pond.
So yes, Pond is Phuwin's best friend.
Pond is Phuwin's person.
And now, Phuwin is 23 and has never kissed anyone.
So, it's only right that Phuwin wants his first kiss to be taken by Pond… right?
At least that's what Phuwin believed.
“Just admit it Phuwin, whatever you feel for Pond has surpassed friendship,” Fourth said like he was stating the weather.
Phuwin rolled his eyes, his lips in a thin line of disagreement at Fourth's statement.
“Friends can kiss Fourth, it's not a new phenomenon that has just been discovered,” Phuwin retorted, a slight tremble in his voice he refused to acknowledge.
Fourth gave him a flat look, “Okay, if that's the case, I can just kiss you, we swap spit, boom, first kiss complete.”
Phuwin's face twisted in disgust, his side eye sharp, “First of all, gross. Secondly, I would like it if my brother did not try to murder me in my sleep for kissing his boyfriend.”
Fourth gasped, his hand to his chest like Phuwin had personally offended him, “Wow and here I thought it was bros before cock.”
“I do not want his cock,” Phuwin hissed, his face flushing bright red, “I just want my best friend to be my first kiss. It's not rocket science being discovered, Einstein.”
“Goddard, is the one who discovered rocket science dumbass,” Fourth shot back, “also, I don't need to discover your obvious crush on Pond,” he finished off with a smirk.
Phuwin sighed dramatically, folding his arms like this conversation was exhausting, “There is no crush. I'm gonna ask him to kiss me, as friends and he will because P'Pond has never said no to me.”
“Sure~,” Fourth said, dragging it out, “should I pack you some lube and condoms? or do you want him to hit it raw?”
Phuwin didn't answer, instead he kicked Fourth and all Fourth did was throw his head back in laughter.
He did not like Pond, all Pond was going to do was take his first kiss---that's all.
Three days later.
Phuwin was pacing his apartment. He'd texted Pond earlier, asking if he was free to hangout and Pond being Pond, had immediately answered ‘Yes.’
Of course, Phuwin knew that this was far from their regular hangouts. Tonight, he'd finally ask Pond to take his first kiss. He could feel his heart slam against his ribcage, told himself it wasn't from excitement---it definitely wasn't. It was nerves, I mean he had told Fourth that friends kissing wasn't unconventional but now fear crawled under his skin.
How would Pond react?
Phuwin wanted his first kiss taken by someone he trusted and to him, that someone was Pond. It was gonna be friendly, he'd even settle for a peck.
Would this finally be the one time Pond refused him? The thought gnawed at him. What if Pond wasn't as open to kissing his friends--to kissing Phuwin, his best friend--as he thought? Would he be able to stomach the humiliation?
Before Phuwin could spiral any further, he heard the jingle of keys and knew that Pond was finally here.
Phuwin had given him a key, just cause.
The door opened, revealing Pond and the sight of him left Phuwin slightly… light headed.
His hair was messy, those black rimmed glasses he usually wore perched on his face. He wore a fitted black shirt, his sweats hanging low on his waist.
‘Fuck, he looks hot,’ Phuwin thought.
Phuwin shook his head at his own thoughts, what the fuck is he thinking? Pond is just his best friend.
Pond's eyes finally found him and God, the smile he gave him made Phuwin weak in the knees. His heart thudded, the rush of blood ringing in his ears and he could feel his mouth drying up.
“Hey, Phu,” Pond said, pulling him into a hug.
Phuwin tensed slightly, Pond's scent, versace eros and something completely him, filled his senses but the feel of Pond's large hand bunching up his shirt around his waist as he pulled him closer made him melt.
“P'Pond,” he said back, voice coming out slightly breathless.
Pond pulled back, ruffling his hair a little, a habit built throughout the years. His eyes were soft, the kind of look he'd only ever direct at Phuwin.
“You good?” Pond asks, after pulling away, making his way to the couch.
Phuwin follows almost immediately, sitting next to him. Far enough to ease his beating heart but close to feel the warmth radiating from Pond.
“Mm,” he answers back, “I ordered pizza,” he gestures to the small table in front of them.
Pond nods, reaching for a slice.
This is normal, a routine they've perfected over the years. Food, movies, drinks. That's usually how it went and that's what makes it harder---so, Phuwin thinks he shouldn't break the flow yet.
They settle, Pond of course in true fashion demands that they watch Spiderman: No way home.
Phuwin rolled his eyes, “Are you going to cry about how Andrew Garfield's Peter saved MJ because he couldn't save Gwen again?”
“Hey, that is a very sensitive topic for me,” Pond said, sounding offended but a smile was already pulling at his lips.
Phuwin huffed out a laugh, already pulling the tissues closer before pressing play, maybe he's the one who could never say no to Pond.
The movie plays but Phuwin's thoughts are elsewhere. More specifically on how to bring up the kiss thing.
Should he just go, “hey, you know how you're my best friend and we've done everything together? How about you take my first kiss too and teach me how to properly kiss while we're at it.”
Just the thought almost has him laughing out loud at himself. This was stupid, it wasn't that serious. It was just going to be a kiss between friends, why was he even overthinking it?
Phuwin, lost in his own thoughts, hadn't noticed how the background noise from the movie was gone. Pond, noticing the lost look on Phuwin's face had paused the movie, something he'd never done before while watching Spiderman.
“Phu, you've been acting strange since I got here. Spill,” Pond said softly.
Phuwin turned his head slowly. His hands felt clammy and his breathing turned harsher. His eyes found Pond's and the worry in them made his stomach twist.
Would that worry turn into disgust after what he's about to ask?
“Phuwin,” Pond said again, stopping the younger from spiraling.
Phuwin sighs, looking away before fumbling with his fingers on his lap, “P'Pond, you know how you've never said no to me?”
Pond's brows furrowed, confusion painting his features but he nodded, “I've never been able to.”
Phuwin finally looked at him again, “So… can I ask you to do something?”
Pond sighs, exasperated but fond, “You know you can ask me for anything Phu.”
“...ok, so canyoukissme,” Phuwin barrels out.
Pond blinks, his ears ringing slightly. Did he just mishear Phuwin?
“Huh, what?” He asks, voice tinged with disbelief.
Phuwin swallows, hand coming up to scratch at his nape, “I said, can you kiss me?”
Pond blinks again. Once. Twice. Three times. His breath hitches and the silence around them turns deafening.
Phuwin feels panic rise under his skin, the sting of embarrassment starting to creep in so he speaks again, an attempt to explain himself.
“It doesn't have to mean anything--”
“Phu,” Pond finally says.
“--I mean it's just a kiss, you know, like how friends kiss--”
“Phu--”
“--and like, you know how I haven't had my first kiss yet and I've always said I want it to be with someone I trust and you're that someone so--”
“Phuwin!”
Phuwin pauses his rambling, finally meeting Pond's gaze again and he almost flinches. There was no disgust. His gaze remained soft, sure there was slight confusion and hesitation but his Pond was still there. The tenderness he always leveled at him was still there.
“You want me to have your first kiss.”
It wasn't a question, just an echo of what Phuwin had said earlier.
Phuwin swallowed, his throat working through the dryness and all he could do was nod---doe eyes big, shining with vulnerability mixed with anticipation.
Pond sighed, running his hands through his hair. Phuwin watched as his expression deepened, the softness was still there but something darker lurked under it.
“Do you know what you're asking for Phu?” Pond asked, his voice deeper now.
Phuwin nodded though his head tilted with confusion from Pond's tone. There was a new edge he didn't understand.
“It's just a kiss P'Pond, it doesn't have to mean anything,” he says softly.
Phuwin doesn't know why he keeps repeating that. Of course it won't mean anything, that was the whole point. Fourth definitely messed with his mind.
Pond inched closer, the thighs now touching, “Is that what you want, Phuwin? For it to mean nothing?”
Phuwin wanted to nod, to say yes but he froze. Is that what he wanted? For it to mean nothing? Why was the doubt creeping in now?
He doesn't see Pond's hand reaching up until he feels it press against his cheek, the weight of it warm and he feels himself leaning into it.
“If I do this, I can't pretend it means nothing,” Pond says.
Phuwin's breath hitches, his heart taking on a rhythm that shouldn't feel this familiar around Pond.
“What do you want it to mean, P'Pond?” Phuwin asks, his voice coming out breathless.
Phuwin isn't sure he's ready for the answer. He isn't even sure he's ready for Pond to kiss him right now. He feels like his chest is about to burst open and something he didn't know was there is going to spill out.
“Why don't I fulfil your wish first, maybe I'll tell you after,” Pond says, his thumb pressing just next to the corner of Phuwin's lips.
Phuwin could feel his skin burning from Pond's touch. Is this what he was supposed to be feeling before kissing his best friend?
“Should I kiss you, Phuwin?” Pond asks.
Phuwin, a little dazed, from Pond's touch or the confusion swirling in his mind, gives a nod.
Pond slowly leaned in, giving Phuwin a chance to pull away even though it was his idea but Phuwin's eyes fluttered, breath hitching when he felt Pond closer than he's ever been.
The first press of their lips was soft, a tentative touch but Phuwin's nerves were set alight almost immediately.
“Fuck, Pond's lips are so soft,” he thought.
His mouth was warm, not yet moving like he was still expecting Phuwin to change his mind but Phuwin only pressed harder, chasing something he wasn't sure about yet.
“Follow my lead, yeah?” Pond said against Phuwin's lips, their breaths mingling, sending Phuwin into a slight daze.
Pond's hand came up, thick fingers and a large palm resting on Phuwin's cheek to tilt his head, changing the angle that made their lips mold against each other further. Pond's mouth moved slowly, showing Phuwin the rhythm. It was a soft, languid dance.
Phuwin could feel his brain become fuzzy, everything inside him short-circuited. This wasn't what he'd imagined it would feel like. He thought Pond would just give him a peck and call it a day but this---this was way better.
The feeling of Pond's lips on his, the wetness of his lips, the warmth and the taste of his chapstick was completely intoxicating. He wanted more, so he pressed in harder, catching Pond's earlier rhythm. A soft sound came from deep in his throat as he kissed Pond harder while letting him guide.
Pond gave a hum of approval, his fingers digging into Phuwin's nape and the sound of it sent vibrations down Phuwin's spine. His own fingers that rested against Pond's thigh dug in. He was lost in the sensation of the kiss.
Pond pulled him closer, his fingers threading through his brown locs, pulling a little and Phuwin gasped at the sensation causing Pond's tongue to slip into his mouth.
They both groaned at the feeling of each other's tongues making contact, the intensity of their kiss increasing. Phuwin could finally taste Pond properly, he tasted the orange juice they were drinking and somehow it tasted better on Pond's tongue.
Phuwin's hands travelled up, both gripping Pond's shirt like he wanted something to anchor him. His mind was spinning, the feeling of Pond's fingers in his hair and his thumb pressing against his cheek was sending him deeper into the moment.
Pond was in control of the kiss still, the pace, the angle and the movement of both their tongues. He was devouring him, the sound of their lips smacking and the wetness of it cutting through the silence.
Phuwin moaned a little into the kiss, a soft but needy sound that surprised even himself. Pond pulled away at the sound but Phuwin chased his lips, eyes still closed with a small whine coming from the back of his throat from the loss of contact.
Pond's eyes were dark, pupils completely dilated as he took in the state Phuwin was in. He looked wrecked---cheeks flushed a deep red, lips pink and wet, with his breathing ragged.
“Phuwin,” Pond called out, voice rough showing how much he was also affected.
Phuwin's eyes finally snapped open, a slight dazed look as they tried to focus. Pond's thumb rubbed against his cheek, slowly trying to pull him back in. Phuwin's cheeks deepened into a flaming red when he finally saw Pond, his breath catching.
Pond's thumb travelled, softly pressing against his bottom lip. They didn't speak for a few seconds, caught in each other's gaze. Phuwin found himself leaning further into Pond's touch and Pond's eyes tracked the motion.
“Phuwin,” Pond said again, less rough but it betrayed the hunger burning inside him, “Do you want to continue?”
“Yes,” Phuwin said immediately, so fast that in a usual situation the lack of hesitation would've embarrassed him but he didn't care.
Pond chuckled, his smile fond but still dark with hunger. He pressed down on Phuwin's lip again, dragging it down until his tongue poked out. He gave a nod, more to himself than Phuwin.
Then, he pulled his hand back, shifting to lean back against the couch before looking at Phuwin again.
He tapped his lap, “Come here.”
The command rang in Phuwin's ears, the deepness of Pond's voice ran through him. He immediately moved, one leg swinging over Pond's thighs as he settled on his lap. His knees dug into the cushions and he tried not to focus on how sturdy Pond's muscled thighs felt under his own.
Pond's hands found his waist, the warmth of his large palms sinking into his skin through his shirt. The grip was firm and it caused Phuwin's breath to hitch. He was so close, closer to Pond than he's ever been in his 23 years of knowing the older man. He could see how his pupils were blown wide, the hunger and something he couldn't name swirling in them.
“Good?” Pond asked, breaking Phuwin out of his thoughts.
Phuwin nodded, his skin flushing further. Before he could dwell on it, one of Pond's hands pulled him closer until their chest touched before it ran up his back, settling once again on his nape.
He pulled his face impossibly closer to his, their breaths mingling again, “Kiss me, Phuwin,” Pond whispered.
And Phuwin did.
This time it was different. The softness of the first time they kissed earlier was gone, replaced by a raw hunger. It was a bit clumsy because Phuwin was still new to kissing but his lips were demanding against Pond's.
Pond's lips opened immediately, letting Phuwin in with the same eagerness. Their tongues met in a slick, wet slide that had Phuwin moaning into the kiss. Pond didn't just taste like chapstick or orange juice this time—he also tasted like him, like Phuwin and that sent a thrill down the younger boy's spine.
His hands moved from Pond's shoulders to his hair, tangling in the thick black locs. He wrapped them around his fingers, gently tugging as he lost himself in the kiss.
Pond groaned at the feeling of Phuwin pulling his hair, his own hands that were back at Phuwin's waist dug into the soft skin through the fabric of his shirt. The sound and the feeling of Pond's fingers digging into the skin only made Phuwin tug harder, pulling Pond's head back, deepening the kiss further.
“Fuck, Phuwin,” Pond said, pulling back to breath for second before going back in.
The kiss had turned messy at this point without the rhythm and control from earlier. It was wet, sloppy---teeth and tongues clashing desperately. Phuwin didn't care, he was completely lost in the sensation of Pond's lips curling against his. The way his breath hitched every time Phuwin tugged at his hair, the deep groans that vibrated against them both.
The feeling of him being the one to have Pond like this filled him with pride. Pond's fingers moved, digging into his spine and he gasped, the kiss breaking for a second, his forehead falling against Pond's.
Only the sound of their breathing filled the room, their bodies pressed so close they could fuse together. Pond's fingers still gripped Phuwin's waist through his shirt with Phuwin's hands still in his hair.
Their lips were glossy from saliva, the sight of them bitten and swollen from the intensity of the kiss sparking a flame between them both.
Pond took Phuwin's wrecked frame in, his mind spinning in different directions before his head fell back, hands automatically pulling Phuwin closer. Phuwin breathed, a ragged sound as he took Pond in before his head dropped against Pond's shoulder.
“Fuck, Fourth was right,” Phuwin thought to himself, “I am so fucked.”
Written by a human in Ellipsus.