Fah awoke to the morning sun blazing through the curtains and the calls of the koel birds outside. His mouth was dry, and he had a slight headache. There were arms wrapped around him. Slowly he realized waking up with arms around him was something new. Looking over his shoulder he saw Lom asleep, holding him. Fah smiled and shut his eyes. 

I’ll lay here and enjoy this until he wakes up. He fell back asleep. 

An hour later Lom awoke and realized his right arm was numb. Forcing his eyes open he realized he was spooning Fah. It felt natural and comfortable. He wondered, if Fah awoke, would he be mad? Fah’s even breathing told him he was asleep. He still had time to slide his arm out and extricate himself. 

He thought to himself, I wonder if he would notice if I kissed the back of his neck. 

Fah’s skin was smooth and soft and begging to be kissed. Leaning forward he touched his lips ever so lightly against the back of his neck. Fah’s body responded by pushing back against him. His breathing hadn’t changed so Lom was sure he hadn’t awoken. 

Tightening his arms, he pulled him in closer. Lom's erection grew harder. Moving ever so slightly he pulled Fah nearer until his erection rested against the crack of Fah’s ass. 

Lom's breathing became ragged. His brain said to stop. His body, however, had stopped listening to his brain and was now reporting directly to his dick for its orders. His free hand slithered like a snake down the length of Fah's arm then slid over to his waist. Using almost imperceptible movements, he pulled Fah backward, his hips pressing into Fah's ass. 

What the hell is going on? thought Fah as he slowly awoke. 

Looking down he spied Lom's arm around him, his hand resting just above the waistband of his shorts. Realizing what was going on, he felt himself growing hard. Throughout their years living together, waking up like this had been one of his fantasies. Now that it was coming true he was too afraid to turn around to see if Lom was awake.

What if he's sleeping and dreaming that I'm someone else? If I turn around and he's asleep, I should wake him up. But then he might become embarrassed and avoid me later. On the other hand, if he is awake, and I turn around, he might stop. What the hell do I do? Which is better - to let him dream fuck me and pretend nothing happened or if he is awake, to let him continue thinking I'm asleep? 

With each passing second he became more and more cognizant of Lom's excitement. 

"Umm," groaned Fah, eyes shut, stretching his legs and arms. This move also allowed him to push his ass back harder against Lom's cock and at the same time allow his head to fall back against Lom's chest, exposing his neck. He waited.

Had Lom paid any attention to Fah's breathing patterns, he would have realized something had changed. However, between the feel of his shaft nestled between Fah's ass cheeks, and the sight of the white expanse of skin on his neck, Lom was unable to concentrate. He moved his hips and pressed against Fah a bit harder while still pulling him in tighter. 

Oh God, I want this, more than anything, thought Fah, but what will happen when it's over? Do we pretend it never happened or is this leading to something more? I hope it leads to more, but then I waited like a lovesick fool for years for him to notice me. Oh well, carpe diem. Or carpe cock at least.

Slowly he stretched again and shifted his weight. This lifted his ass allowing Lom to slide in farther. He was rewarded by Lom pressing harder against him. 

Lom silently cursed Fah's shorts. If not for a thin piece of fabric he could attain his goal. He smiled to himself remembering how many times his mother had told him to keep his eyes on the prize. 

Fah kept his eyes closed; he didn’t want anything to interrupt this moment. Lom’s arms slid down and rested on top of his crotch. There was no way to hide his excitement. Hopefully, Lom thought it was just morning wood. Lom curled his fingers around the outline of Fah's cock in his shorts and applied the slightest bit of pressure while once again pushing his dick further into Fah’s crack. He was rewarded by a moan escaping Fah's throat. 

Lom’s breath was catching now and it turned Fah on. Was it possible to go from this position to sex? Both were pretending to be asleep. If he turned to face Lom, would it end, or would it get better? He was too afraid to do anything. The two of them continued to enjoy the frottage without acknowledging to the other that they were complicit in the act. 

Lom’s grip on Fah’s cock tightened and he began slowly moving his hand up and down. He didn’t know how to get his hand under Fah’s pajamas without it being apparent that he was knowingly doing this to a sleeping person. His brain was so overcome with lust that it didn’t register that Fah must know he was awake because who gives handjobs in their sleep?  

Suddenly, Fah inhaled deeply, his body turning slightly as his torso filled with air. That movement twisted Fah’s pajama pants, catching them on his thighs and moving the top of them down below his hips. 

Lom could feel the soft skin of Fah's ass against his hard cock and it was heaven. Sliding his hand up and down Fah's length while shoving his own dick between Fah's ass was driving him into a frenzy. He was losing control.

Fah had used his hands to pull his pajama pants down as he did the big fake inhale. Feeling Lom’s skin next to his was almost more than he could bear. The sensation of skin-on-skin had every nerve in his body on alert. Lom's breathing swept over his ears, while the scent of his body filled his nose. Although his eyes were closed, he was experiencing Lom in a much more sensual way. He ached to taste him. 

In three years he had never desired Manao this way. For several minutes now he'd been biting his lips to hold in a moan. God, it felt so good, how much further could they go? He wished Lom would turn him over and kiss him. He’d never kissed anyone. He almost burst out laughing thinking that what he was doing now was coming before his first kiss. 

Lom began rhythmically pressing against Fah’s crack. Slowly the intruder was making its way closer to Fah’s opening. As turned on as he was right now, even Fah knew without lube he wasn’t willing to try. As long as Lom didn’t force it, he would let things continue. He became aware of Lom’s grip on his cock becoming tighter. 

Lom shivered, his heart beating fast.  He felt his cock slide between Fah’s ass cheeks. He was so close to his objective. It would be impossible to whip out some lube without awakening Fah and yet he didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to bury himself deep inside Fah, as far as he could go, and savagely thrust until there was no holding back.

He continued to stroke Fah’s cock, tightening his grip. Some pre-cum slid down the shaft, easing the friction of the movement. He was practically panting now and doing all he could to stop himself from climbing on top of Fah and kissing him. 

Pressing his hips against him as hard as he could he felt Fah’s butt cheeks envelop his shaft. His movements took on a rhythm and he pressed his hips forward as his hand stroked downward on Fah’s cock in one movement then as he moved his hips away his hand slid back up. 

His movements had been slow but now he couldn’t hold back. Moving his hips and hand quicker, he continued, unable to stop himself. He moaned loudly in Fah’s ear. He paused, having realized what he’d done. He froze like a deer in the headlights. 

Surprisingly, Fah’s hand closed over his and began moving his hand up and down the shaft again. At the same time, Fah pressed back harder against Lom. Lom felt his stomach drop; he became even harder. They continued this way until Lom felt Fah begin to come. As he felt Fah’s cock spasm, signaling his orgasm, Lom could no longer stop himself and he came as well. 

They lay there, covered in each other’s cum, their breathing slowing. Neither wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, Lom thought it was only fair that he say something since he had started this. 

“I’ll take a shower first.” 

He spoke as if what they had done was the most natural thing in the world. 

Fah felt the bed shift as Lom got up and left. He lay there silently, not moving, until he heard the bathroom door shut. 

He sat up in bed and stared at the bathroom door. What was Lom thinking? For a moment he debated joining him in the shower but he was too embarrassed. 

What do I do now? Sit here covered in his cum and mine until he’s out of the bathroom? How do I get up when everything is sticking to me and walk to the bathroom nonchalantly? Fuck! Why didn’t Lom say anything? Does he do this with everybody? 

He stood up, took his pajamas off, and wiped himself as best he could. He stripped the bed, took the sheets and his pajamas, and threw them in the washer. Grabbing a pa kao mah, he covered himself while he waited for Lom to come out of the bathroom. Fah’s mind raced in every direction. 

What do I say when Lom comes out of the bathroom? Does this mean he likes me? 

Can we talk about this now? I guess after I shower. What does this mean? 

Is he going to be mad that I let him do this to me? Was this a test of some sort and I failed? Does he think I’m a whore now? 

Do I tell Manao about this? How could I tell her about this? Oh, Manao, you know, my brother spent the night so I hope you don’t consider it cheating that he gave me a handjob and we participated in a little consensual frottage until we both came. 

He couldn’t imagine any scenario where Manao would accept this. He wondered if what he and Lom had done meant more to him because he was a virgin. Was this something guys did together and never spoke about? He didn’t want to look like the fool who got freaked out over it if it was. He didn’t have any male friends. Over the past three years, he had spent all of his free time with Manao and her family. 

Okay, I’ll wait to see what Lom says when he comes out of the bathroom and I’ll take my cue from that.