well let's meddle about

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Phuwin was waiting patiently outside, his mind still racing with the 'I'm on my way' sent by Pond just a few minutes ago. Was he joking? He didn't look like he was. Phuwin didn't know if he could trust him, if he would really come or if it was just words—but he waited. Leaning against the modern wall of the place, sat on the stairs, his face raised up to the sky, admiring the little sparkle of stars. It was a perfect night, the fresh breeze messing gently with his hair, the hums of the assonorated basses coming from the inside, and the soft aromas of alcohol mingling with appetizers were floating perfectly around him. Phuwin wondered for a moment if he was not just acting impulsively right now, abandoning his best friend to run away with the latter's brother. It was quite comical honestly.

But at the same time, he didn't actually care that much.

He reached for his pocket, everything inside of him feeling lighter. The packet of untouched Dunhill he was always taking with him just in case lingered in his hand before he picked one cigarette inside. He wasn't a heavy smoker, but when he was partying, he always liked to pair his drink with it. An old habit taken from Dew, even if nowadays, Dew had stopped smoking too much.

Phuwin felt even better after taking one drag of his cigarette, the irony of possibly destroying his lungs making him smile. He didn't know why the most destructive things on Earth could be so enjoyable sometimes.

When he closed his eyes, his mind cleared. He wasn't actually that drunk, he was just a bit tipsy, and that was different. Phuwin felt like a weight just fell down his shoulders and nothing could have really bothered him now.

Yet, he couldn't exactly accept it was because of Pond though. Even if one thing was sure: without him, Phuwin would have had a very shitty night.

He laughed, to himself, before abruptly opening his eyes when he heard that one annoying voice he was waiting for, startling him.

— You're smoking? Doesn't match you at all.

Phuwin rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching up.

— Oh sorry, you probably pictured me as a saint?

— Nah. Never. Saint people aren't my type.

He walked out of his car, a black Mercedes that was being taken care of pretty well, not minding rolling up the windows. He was parked on the sidewalk, hopefully empty or he would have bothered passants, his black leather jacket matching with the beautiful beast behind him. Phuwin felt a weird pang of something in his chest, as he walked down the stairs to reach his level.

— You actually came... realized Phuwin with a knowing smile.

Pond chuckled, the sound feeling so rare it was mesmerizing.

— Since you needed me so badly... he teased, but Phuwin could see the same excitement he was feeling in his eyes.

— You're the one who bothered yourself to pick me up.

As he was talking, Phuwin didn't even realize he was closing the distance between them, standing too close while his hands worked to adjust the leather jacket Pond was wearing as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. He didn't think about it. He just did it, as if they've done that a million times. It was natural. Almost too natural. And by the time Phuwin finished touching him with great familiarity, Pond was blinking frantically, a slight touch of pink covering his pale cheeks.

His own hands were itching to grab him by his so small waist, but Pond only gulped down the need, and replied without breaking the closeness. Their eyes locked with each other in an electrifying way.

— So where do you wanna go? he asked with his forever smug voice.

— Home. I need a bed.

Phuwin was honestly tired. The temptation of going everywhere with him was hard to resist, but his mind didn't want to bother finding another unknown place. He was good at home. In a familiar space.

Pond seemed satisfied with the answer, but he took a step closer, their bodies practically fitting into each other smoothly. Like they belong like this, like perfect puzzle pieces matching with each other. And even as Phuwin shivered when Pond slowly bent down to reach his ear, he found no will in himself to push him away.

— You know... he started low. My bed is more comfortable than Dew's.

Phuwin bit down his lower lip, a deep shiver running down his spine as his knees weakened.

But undefeated, he grabbed Pond shoulders, startling the latter, before whispering back into his ear, standing on his tiptoe.

— If I do end up in your bed, it's only to sleep, don't imagine things.

When Phuwin noticed the goosebumps on Pond's neck and the sudden tension in his shoulders, a big proud smile grew on his face even as Pond only let himself laugh.

They backed away from each other a bit, one face down, the other face up, just to meet each other's gaze, before something passed through their eyes, matching, burning, and intoxicating.

Their silence held something more, but neither of them did anything about it. And after a while, Pond being Pond, he just replied with his usual teasing demeanor, a cheeky tone in his voice.

— Of course it's to sleep. What else?

He suggestively made his eyebrows dance, feigning innocence, making Phuwin burst into laughter as Pond stared longer than necessary.

He cleared his throat once more forcing himself to divert his gaze before adding:

— Let's go, I can't stand hearing those commercial songs blasting so far.

Phuwin chuckled mockingly again, following him.

— If any of the swifties inside hear you, they will call the cops on you.

— But where's the lie in saying Tylor Swift is commercial?

For any answer, Phuwin only rolled his eyes. He wasn't wrong, though.

When he entered the car, the strong scent of peach that hit his nostrils was the first thing that caught his attention, contrasting with the smoke fragrance his clothes were drowning in. Phuwin settled in the car, his mind getting more stuck on the soft peach scent rather than the luxurious interior of the Mercedes. Honestly, he found it surprising that a guy like Pond would smell like that. Unconsciously, his mind had probably pictured Pond with a good gasoline scent, or a smoker one, anything that was more strong than this. Maybe it was cliché but it was also what Pond was giving. And wearing such a good leather jacket right now wasn't helping Phuwin focus on other things.

— What are you staring at, uh?

Phuwin's eyes lifted to his face and the smug smile Pond kept on his lips, he wanted to roll back his eyes once more, but his own lips twitched in a smirk.

He was acting way too impulsively with him.

— You. Can't you see?

A laugh took over Phuwin when he saw Pond's mouth flattered, and his eyes widening. If he thought he couldn't play back, Pond was deeply wrong.

Phuwin would have done anything to make that smug smile disappear from his face.

— You're so expressive, you know? he teased.

Pond blinked.

— And you're so bold when you're drunk, uh?

Phuwin shrugged his shoulders, buckling his seat, before switching his eyes on the window, plopping his head against. He was feeling so light it was incredible. Not even his thoughts were getting to him and it was exhilarating, because for once, he didn't find himself overthinking about every little thing he did a few hours ago. He even wondered if he would find sleep easily tonight.

— I probably should have told Dew I was leaving with you.

The car was going at a slow pace, the silence between them stretching without awkwardness. Phuwin shifted in his seat and let the window roll down. Pond only chuckled, his shoulders shrugging with a lack of care.

— It doesn't matter, he will call if he needs a lift. But I think he's still busy doing heart eyes to a dumb blond.

— How do you know it was a dumb blond? asked Phuwin without containing his laugh.

— I already told you, he has bad taste.

It made Phuwin's laughter grow louder as his eyes were following the city outlines. The night was calm, the atmosphere between them light and lacking any hassle. Phuwin's mind still thought that it was a bit weird that he was finding himself in his best friend's brother's car without his best friend, but he didn't even want to comment on it.

After a moment of silence, Phuwin found himself observing the car, his mind actually processing how sophisticated and luxurious the interior was, how comfortable it was to be settled inside. Other than just being such a rich car, it was above all very well taken care of. You didn't need to be smart to understand that Pond was caring a lot about this Mercedes. An instant, Phuwin thought about an old memory of Dew telling him his brother refused to take him inside his car as he was apparently reeking of smoke, which made him walk for one hour to the party they were supposed to attend. It was probably two years ago but it seemed fresh in Phuwin's mind and his eyes shifted back to the conductor, letting the words spill out freely.

— By the way, I hope you didn't mind that I smoked.

— Uh? muttered Pond, a bit lost.

— Dew told me you didn't like the smell of the smoke in your car or something like that, so, sorry if I'm reeking of it right now. I didn't think much about it before you came.

For any answers, Pond smiled, and this time, it wasn't a smug one. He was focusing on the road so he couldn't turn his head, but his voice came out gentle as he whispered, maybe more to himself than to Phuwin:

— Dew talks a lot uh...

Phuwin didn't actually understand what he meant upon hearing his tone, but he shrugged his shoulders once again, and forgot about it, his attention suddenly grasped by the playlist paused on the phone resting just beside him.

He took it without a single care if Pond would mind.

— You're listening to ABBA? Really? Damn, Arctic Monkey too? Chase Atlantic? ACDC? God, you're perfect!

— You're aware you're complementing me right now, umm? but there was a smirk in his voice that betrayed how proud he felt hearing the pure excitement in Phuwin's tone. I'll start to think you like me, Iceman.

— Keep dreaming, answered Phuwin, not least amazed by his taste in music.

His fingers scrolled down the playlist, his eyes stuck to the same songs he used to listen to and still does, before playing Voulez-vous by ABBA. Pond didn't say a thing but his smile was telling anything he wouldn't and couldn't. He didn't know exactly why, but he was glad Phuwin liked the same songs as him.

There was something in the way he was getting all excited that made Pond slightly shift his eyes toward him, a pang of something he didn't get weighing in his chest as he saw Phuwin sing with all his heart the lyrics, his body moving happily along.

Now, he was sure that every time he would listen to this song, he would think of him, of this vision. And he wasn't sure it was a good thing to begin with, but he let it.

Because for nothing in this world he would have wanted this moment to end.

Nothing.

They reached the residence half an hour later, as Phuwin practically surfed through all the songs in his playlist, before letting the soft cords of Hotel California play for one last time. The white gate of the villa opened but even as Pond parked his car, he didn't let the engine stop, letting the song unfold through the basses of the Mercedes, the need of stretching this moment screaming into his ears, and everywhere inside of him.

This could be heaven.

Or this could be hell.

They locked eyes, something electrifying and burning passing between them. Pond swallowed hard as Phuwin was staring right through him, singing the lyrics they both knew by heart. Seeing Phuwin singing his favorite song without knowing made his stomach flutter weirdly. He tried to look away, to get back his usual teasing demeanor, his nonchalance, but there was nothing—absolutely nothing—nonchalant about his gaze. It was burning Phuwin, and it was probably the first time someone stared at him so... intensively.

When his mouth closed as the solo guitars played in the car, and neither of them dared looking away, Phuwin found himself giving in to an impulse, unlocking his belt, before closing the distance between them. Pond tensed up immediately, but his eyes darkened in a way he didn't expect either.

— Mr. Iceman, you're so... he started in a low whisper.

But before he could even continue his sentence, Pond stopped himself as he felt Phuwin's breath fanning on his lips, a dangerous sparkle igniting inside of him.

— I already told you, Phuwin teased with a big smile, I rather when you call me baby.

Something snapped, Pond groaned, and next thing he knew, he was already leaning in, slamming his lips against Phuwin's, something so uncontrollable taking control over himself. He wasn't being soft, or gentle, the sparkle he felt striking though him made him want to hear Phuwin whimper, and begging, and squirming, and screaming his damn name until he was sure Phuwin would never forget it.

Their lips moved in equal passion, earning shivers along their neck or their spine, something exploding inside of themselves. Phuwin groaned when Pond opened his mouth a bit too much just to bite his lower lip, before sliding his tongue inside without waiting for anything else. One of his hands reached for Phuwin's waist, as the latter lifted himself from his seat, his fingers fighting with Pond's hair when he moved into the car with difficulties, to straddle him. Pond groaned in the kiss, his other hand reaching for the lever under the seat to slide it back and giving them more space. The kiss only deepened.

When they started getting out of breath, Phuwin had to push Pond back just to take a deep breath, though he only exhaled frantically. Their eyes met, filled with different things but most importantly, desire, before Pond made Phuwin's forehead fall against his by handling the back of his neck.

— Fuck... let out Pond, his voice shaken.

He had never been kissed so well. His lips were swollen, his skin stricken by goosebumps, and his mind clouded with unholy thoughts. His hands fell down to grab Phuwin's waist, so damn alluring and so fucking small, obssessing him to another level.

Pond always saw how Phuwin's waist was so small, he just never thought that much, so fragile yet so strong holding by his own hands.

And he would have killed anyone who dared trying to hold Phuwin like this. Like him. Pond felt so possessive all of a sudden that he got a bit scared, but straddled like he was, he wouldn't have gone anywhere far. And Phuwin was supposed to stay for a month... God, he knew he would have lost control eventually, but right now? The first night? Even in his wildest dream he wouldn't have been so fast.

But oh God, Phuwin was so fucking beautiful right now.

Pond's mind wasn't able to think straight. At all. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips but his pride didn't make him divert his gaze. Not even slightly. Pond was too stubborn, too aware of himself, too aware of his own emotions. And Phuwin was... here. Sitting on him, breathing ragged, eyes sparked with mischief, his body pressed in such an alluring way against his own that Pond could only think about how good it would feel to be ridden by Phuwin. His waist in hands, giving him possession and control all at once.

The seconds stretched but Pond held back, not sure of how good he could behave if Phuwin decided to kiss him again. It was already really hard to control himself right now.

— You have exactly one minute to get out of my car before I lose it and make you ride me right here.

Phuwin blinked but he didn't flinch even one second, his lips twitching in what seemed like a smirk. When I'll get that smirk off your face we'll see um...

— Very tempting to ride my best friend's brother just for the plot, not gonna lie...

— Just for the plot?

The way Phuwin was playing with the base of his hair, just on his nape, was slowly but surely playing with Pond's nerves in the most intoxicated way. It was crazy how well he was controlling himself right now. Even he couldn't believe it.

Phuwin really seemed to know what he was doing, as he rolled his hips, making Pond groan so needy in his ears that Phuwin whimpered, feeling heat coiled in his stomach by the way Pond stopped his movement, tightening his grip around his waist, his patience wearing thin.

— Phuwin, he warned.

His name felt so intoxicating on his lips that Phuwin wanted to roll his hips again, but Pond was still blocking him with his hands. This time, he groaned, and Pond smirked, approaching his face to Phuwin's, a dangerous flicker in his eyes.

When he talked, his voice was so low and so devastatingly hot, that Phuwin wanted to beg him to let him ride him right now, right here.

But he only bit his bottom lip to blood, accentuating the darkness of Pond's eyes when they fell on it.

— I really, really want to let you ride me, but the little sane voice in my head is telling me you drank too much. And I don't fuck when I can't be remembered tomorrow.

— Oh? Mr. Handsome have some morals?

— Mr. Handsome? You think I'm handsome?

Phuwin wanted to laugh at how serious Pond sounded, but his own desire was getting to him. It was suffocating, he wanted to kiss him again, and be kissed, like tomorrow would never rise, but all he could do was keep on torturing his bottom lip, fearing to overstep any boundary.

Consent was so important to him, and to Pond also apparently. And fuck that was so sexy... He smiled, more sincerely.

— Don't you see yourself in the mirror everyday? Or maybe you're blind?

Pond smirked, holding him secure by his big veiny hands.

— You're the one who's so expressive, you know? he continued with a pride he didn't even care to hide. If you hadn't told me now, I would have never known... You didn't exactly show you could possibly find me attractive earlier.

— Because you were being annoying.

Pond laughed, genuinely, the most genuine laugh Phuwin could have heard since now, and something seemed to shift in his eyes.

— You seem to like it though... Pond whispered, his face so close their breathing was echoing.

— Maybe I'm a masochist, who knows?

— Fuck... You're so good at driving me crazy.

When Phuwin thought he was going to lose it and kiss him breathless, just like he wanted, Pond furrowed his eyebrows as his jaw clenched, one of his hands raising to let his index run over Phuwin's tormented bottom lip, that he kept on nipping.

— Are you drunk, Phuwin? I need to know, I don't joke about those things.

His tone was so serious, so fucking attractive since Pond was making sure he was lucid, still in check with his emotions, with his actions. Phuwin felt a sudden rush of heat, as he tried biting his lip again.

But Pond's finger was still on it, his eyes stuck to his mouth, eager for more. If possible.

— I don't think so. I only drank some cocktails, then five shots, but honestly, I don't even feel it.

Pond's jaw didn't stop clenching.

— That's still a lot.

— You want us to stop then...?

It was a challenge, an hesitation, this time, Pond's eyes lifted. Dangerous, dark, filled with a fire that would be hard to extinguish. He was truly so expressive. Phuwin could totally feel every hesitation, every turmoil, and above all, his devastating desire. Burning him. Suffocating him. The tension stretching inside every muscle of the fabric of his t-shirt. He looked insane. Like a madman. And the control Phuwin felt having over him, was maddening.

— We should... Pond whispered.

— You think so?

— Phuwin, he warned again, feeling like the latter wasn't understanding in what state he was right now.

But Phuwin understood it all. He just wanted to make him lose it. There was a specific sensation of satisfaction to see Pond losing his mind when all he did today was annoying him and being so arrogant, so prideful. Phuwin was stuck into this sensation, and the smirk he was wearing almost made Pond close the distance again, the latter feeling like he really was getting played. Maybe it was a test from heaven to know if he could resist.

But honestly at this point, he would rather go to hell if it meant he'd get to kiss Phuwin again.

— I would have never thought you had some morals, you know? teased Phuwin as the tension was too heavy.

Pond chuckled, but there was barely any humor inside, just clear restraints. Phuwin shifted a bit on him, even if not so much because Pond was still holding him tight, before letting one of his hands caressing softly his flushed cheek. Pond gulped down, his body reacting so well to every touch. They were never breaking eye contact.

The tension was suffocating. They were both so scared to overstep boundaries that they let themselves come back to their senses a bit before having the opportunity to do anything else.

— I'm not a monster, Phuwin. I won't take things further and then you can't face me ever again, or you're gonna regret it, or something like that. If it happens, I won't be able to look at myself in the mirror, you get that? So yeah... We really should stop here. Even if, and I won't lie, taking you right here in my car is way too tempting. I really want you, in case you didn't get that.

Phuwin felt a powerful shiver running down his nape as he blinked more than twice his eyes sparkled with a new fire inside. Pond smiled, more sincerely, more genuine, more beautiful, the index on Phuwin's lips lifting up to softly graze his cheeks too, before leading his way back to his neck, earning another devastating shiver from Phuwin.

They didn't say a thing for a whole minute, stretching this moment for what could be forever, even if it was all an illusion.

And then, drowning in his coffee-colored eyes, Phuwin only felt something uncontrollable and devastating shattered inside of him, as he opened his mouth, whispering, lower than ever, with a seriousness impossible to not notice inside:

— One last kiss then... Please?

And Pond felt like stricken by lightning when, even as his mind kept screaming to hold back, his entire body leaned, incapable of resisting to such a beautifully asked demand.

— Don't regret it tomorrow baby, um?

Phuwin shivered hard again upon hearing the endearment from his voice, before their lips met, for the first time again, more controlled, less messy, but not less devastating.

Pond was more gentle, his hands still gripping Phuwin's waist in such a possessive way it was hard to be oblivious to his emotions, but Phuwin liked that more. He lifted his head to the side, giving him more access, as his own hands played with the hair at the back of Pond's neck. His taste was addicting. Phuwin parted his lips, inviting him into his mouth. Their tongues met, in a passionate dance, making them both feel way too many goosebumps. So alluring, so needy, Pond wanted to drown into the taste of his mouth, so tasteful, so soft also, so devastatingly mouthwatering.

And both of them felt like starved men, when, against their will, they had to pull back, hating how weak their lungs were.

— Fuck... Baby...

Breathing ragged, their forehead hit each other softly, trying to regain all their composure only to fail. It was the first time they ever felt such an intensity in a kiss, and Pond wondered, addicted, that it was better than in his wildest dream. He bit his lip to blood, restraining himself from chasing back those swollen glossy pink lips that were making him lose all his sanity.

Phuwin wasn't any better and his heart was racing too fast, echoing Pond's. It was crazy how weak they felt for each other right now. Even Pond didn't know it was possible. He never felt like that ever before.

They tried to calm down a bit, until Phuwin let out a soft chuckle, loving how his body felt pressed against Pond and the warmth that was spreading entirely inside of him. He pulled back a little, before chuckling again, the heat of the night or the alcohol probably getting to him.

Pond was mesmerized by the vision, but when Phuwin opened his mouth, to whisper again like the sweetest of secrets, Pond felt his breath hitching anew while his heart skipped a beat.

— That was my good night kiss, now good night, I'll let you take care of this...

Phuwin looked down, and Pond finally realized something as his face flushed red immediately. He groaned, while Phuwin finally opened the car door, smiling so hard that Pond wanted to kiss it away again.

When the distance stretched between them, Phuwin on his feet outside, Pond could only feel like dying not having his warmth against him anymore, but he only stared.

— Thanks for the ride, sweet dreams.

Phuwin turned on his wheels and walked into the villa with a familiarity that was making Pond wonder how it would feel to see him cross this door every time he would come for him and not for Dew.

He groaned, frustrated by himself, as Phuwin was disappearing from his vision. His eyes finally decided to fall down, where his bulge was so visible and clear it was hurting. A lot. Sweet dreams? Pond was sure he could never find sleep any time soon.