Chem Chey: English Translation.
Akara pondered to himself as he used the hotel's soft towel to dry his damp hair in front of the bathroom mirror. He looked at his sharp face, already knowing there were faint bruises on his cheekbones. Even though they were barely visible now, just thinking about how they got there made him irritated.
He had to thank Narisa's concealer for that-it covered up the bruises perfectly whenever he had to go out and face the world. The arm with the tattoo grabbed the damp towel and hung it over the rack, noticing that the music playing during his shower had stopped and that a LINE notification sounded in the background.
He picked up his phone and saw it was Intha. The temple boy had sent a picture of the monk's bag, stuffed with several bottles of bubble tea, showing that Akara had forgotten it. So he texted back:
The Crowd Bar: Someone gave you bubble tea as alms, huh?
IM'IN: My ass. Open the door and come get it. I'm outside your room.
The Crowd Bar: One sec, I'm butt naked hereee.
After sending the message, he set his phone back on the sink and walked out to grab clothes from his suitcase. He picked a fitted black t-shirt and matching shorts for convenience. He dressed quickly, then headed for the door. His earlier gloom faded, and his face broke into a wide smile when he saw the familiar monk's bag held up high. The person behind the monk's bag had an unreadable face, looking a bit different after changing clothes, shorts, and a t-shirt, too. The bangs that usually covered his forehead were now pushed up by a small headband.
"Come in, come in."
"Did you just shower?"
"Yup, I smell good now. Not gross anymore."
He opened the door wide for Intha to come in first. Akara closed the door just as Intha finished taking off his shoes. "What's that?"
"Peach. I bought it yesterday and didn't finish it, so I brought it down in case you want to try..."
"So it's leftovers?" Akara sat at the foot of the bed, rubbing his hair dry with his hands instead of a towel, watching the temple boy turn to the table and start pulling bottles of bubble tea out of the monk's bag. The temple boy's back was broad, legs long and pale, and his butt was tight...Nice!
"Fine, I'll eat it myself."
"I'm just jokin'. Give it here, I'll try it... So you don't eat veggies, but you eat fruit?"
"My favourite, especially the sweet kind. This one's a soft peach, lots of juice, really moist."
"Wow..."
"I know what you're thinking, something dirty," Intha said, bumping his back against the table and tossing a peach to Akara. The short distance made it easy to catch.
This was their first real face-to-face moment. The bright room light hit Akara's chubby face. Intha frowned when he saw the bruise on the other's cheekbone. He hadn't noticed it during the day. "Your face... what happened?"
"Oh.." Akara took a bite of peach and turned away to dodge the question. He touched the bruise, just as the bed dipped more when Intha sat down next to him.
"Oh, what?"
"My ex punched me. We fought when I caught him cheatin'."
“…”
"Forget it. The pink bubble tea is the one you said was good, right?"
"Hmm."
Intha watched Akara's long legs walk to the shelf, pick up the pastel-pink tea, and return to sit beside him in the same spot.
"Open it for me, I'm a frail girlie."
"Just say your hands are sticky and you can't open it."
"I hate guys who can read my mind!" Akara glared, caught red-handed. Eating the juicy peach had left his fingers sticky, so he didn't want to open the tea bottle himself. He pushed it toward the temple boy for help. Soon, the tea bottle was back in his hands. The scent of milk and rose filled the air. Sluuurp... ahh. He took a big gulp.
"Bussin'!"
"How long are you staying? You brought two bags."
"Three days. Lucky number, like in the Buddhist scriptures."
"What's in those scriptures you're talking about? Bet you don't know."
"Let me master the five precepts first... then we'll talk about the scriptures," Akara smirked, pulling one leg up on the bed and turning toward Intha. The other man glanced down, then sat cross-legged to face him, eyes locked and unblinking.
"Can't keep even one precept?"
"Maybe not... This peach is so juicy, what a mess. I'm gonna wash my hands." Akara tossed the peach pit in the trash and started to get up, but his wrist was grabbed. He frowned at the person holding him. Intha's doe eyes looked up, and soon his tattooed fingers were licked clean by a warm tongue.
Akara froze, biting his lower lip, breath catching. He let Intha lick his hand for a while, and when he stopped, Akara traced his own lips with his finger, almost daring him.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"A whole new world, y'know."
"Not my first time."
"With a guy?"
"Why? Is that a problem?"
"Nope." Akara pulled his finger from Intha's lips and gave a low laugh, rubbing his neck. The moment felt awkward and tense. "So, is this a one-night thing?"
"Just answer yes or no. That's all I need."
"You're ruthless, Hia." Akara pressed his lips together, looking at Intha a few more times before sighing. "I wanna see if it's really eight inches... But, uh, I don't have any condoms."
"They're in the bag."
"In the bag? Shit. Congrats, the gates of hell just opened for you."
"Hell is nice, I got plenty of friends down there."
"Go a little deeper and you'll find me there. Hia... I gotta confess, I've never had a one-night stand before."
"That's not a problem at all." Intha grinned, eyes shining, and yanked Akara's small... uh, strong arm closer. The petite... uh, not-so-petite body climbed back onto the bed. Akara felt smaller as Intha pushed him down flat on the wide bed. Then Intha got up to grab the box of condoms and the lube, came back, and lifted Akara's knees, sliding into the middle, pressing their heat together.
Akara's pale face flushed pink, sweat beading at his temples. His hands gripped Intha's arms, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against him through their shorts. He's rock hard!
"Hia, back up a sec."
"..."
"Take your clothes off. I'm ready."
"What's the rush?"
"I dunno, just take them off. Off... off... off."
Akara pushed Intha off the bed, then knelt up, stripping off his own shirt, then his shorts and underwear. He glanced over at Intha, who was already naked, too.
Eight inches for real... damn, and him havin' such fair skin, its colour is… Hehe, not describin' that...
"Eung..." he called, pushing Akara back down on the bed. Intha crawled on top, determined not to let him go anywhere this time. His eyes scanned Akara's bruises, asking even though he already guessed the answer. "The bruise on your stomach, what happened?"
"My ex beat me. Hit me with a chair."
"You're as big as a house. Why didn't you fight back?" Intha tried to keep his cool, but his eyes blazed. He traced a finger over Akara's bruised ribs, making Akara wince in pain.
"I'm tiny!"
"Can you pretend I'm small? Pretend I'm cute..."
"Alright." Intha nodded, and his grip, his touch, his hold all softened until they were gentle. He cupped Akara's cheek, stroking it, leaning in to press his nose to Akara's forehead, whispering sweetly, "My little cupcake."
"It still hurts from bein' hit."
"Everything will be alright. If you're mine, I'll protect you."
Akara nodded rapidly, relaxing his body and letting Intha take the lead. Everything happened so fast... In a heartbeat, the sweet taste of peach was swept away from his mouth. Lips pressed and sucked, tongues touched and tangled together. They licked and intertwined, getting used to each other. When Intha pulled back, a string of clear saliva clung to his tongue. The kiss was sweet, but below, their bodies were pressed so hard together it felt like they were burning up.
"Go until I beg for mercy."
"Eung-eung, don't challenge me."
Warning-maybe the last warning. Intha reached over to turn off the lights, then pushed Akara up until his back hit the headboard. He grabbed both of Akara's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. Their breathing grew heavier and faster. Everything happened so fast... but of course, both of them were still totally aware.
Everything happened so fast-hot tongues, soft lips, leaving rose-colored marks all over Akara's body. Intha bit and sucked especially hard on the tattooed areas, wanting to see if the red marks of passion would cover the intricate designs. He left marks all over Akara before releasing his grip and moving higher to give him a dizzyingly sweet kiss.
One of Intha's hands slid lower, his fingernails trailing over hot, sweaty skin. Akara's shaky breaths sounded so melodic-soft in his throat, yet they were full of fervour. Intha ran his hand along the deep groove between Akara's cheeks, his index and middle fingers moving by instinct, searching for the tightly closed entrance. He slipped them in shallowly and had to moan himself because it was so soft and gripping inside. His breath caught as he thought about when that spot would be wrapped around him. He couldn't take it anymore... He wanted to fuck Akara now.
The younger man's strong arms wrapped around Intha's neck, his legs spreading wide as if he knew what to do. His hands played with Intha's soft hair, pulling off the headband and pressing his nose into smelling the faint scent of shampoo mixed with sweat.
He couldn't hold back anymore... He wanted to be fucked so badly. He pushed away the thought that he'd just met Intha, letting the heat in his body take over. He didn't care who was holding him. All he knew was that this man's breath felt good. The smooth skin he touched felt good. He smelled nice... Long, playful fingers.
"Ugh... Hia," Akara gasped, hugging Intha tighter as those strong fingers pushed through the tightness. Intha leaned back to look at his face, his fingers still inside.
"Does it hurt, muffin?"
"Muffin?"
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, but it's dry. It stings..."
"It's tight," Intha nodded. He pulled his fingers out, pushed Akara's knees up high, putting him in a pretty embarrassing position, his lips swollen from all the kissing. Intha reached for the lube and a condom, squeezed some gel onto his fingers, and rubbed it on Akara's entrance, working his fingers in and out until it was slick. He was satisfied when Akara moaned, his body stretching out even without being touched directly. Then he put on the condom. This time, the lube was in Akara's hand-he squeezed some out and rubbed it all over Intha's hard shaft, making it even stiffer.
Intha loved looking down and seeing Akara's tattooed hand wrapped around him. It was thrilling, the way the younger stroked him-just right. Good... Everything is good. The breathing, the scent… I like it.
"You're all sweaty, Hia."
"You're making me hot," Intha answered, wiping sweat from his own forehead with the back of his hand. He slid down, letting Akara lie back, and lifted his legs so that his hips were off the bed. With the lights off, all they could see were each other's shadows. They had to use their hands to guide each other. When Intha found the right spot, he pressed his heat against it. He rubbed against it until a rough sound emerged, then pushed in expertly, right on target.
Intha eased in slowly, biting his lip, while Akara let out a muffled sound in his throat.
Their bodies joined tentatively, so tentatively that Akara thought Intha was teasing him on purpose, bit by bit, inch by inch. The slower it went, the more he could feel how thick and hot it was. "Hia... Is there a lot left?"
"About halfway, I guess."
"Ah... It feels so uncomfortable," Akara winced as Intha kept pushing in. He was tight at the entrance, holding his breath, eyebrows almost touching, until Intha's hips pressed flush against his thighs. Only then did he finally sigh in relief. All the way in... I took it all...
The temple boy didn't let him rest, pulling out thanks to the slickness of the lube. Akara arched up and moaned, the pleasure shooting from his hips up his spine. It was dizzying, making him feel hazy. Intha leaned down, pushing even deeper. Akara clenched his hands together, lost in the trembling pleasure, moving his hips to meet Intha's thrusts. Their bodies slapped together, making loud, wet sounds as the lube overflowed, dripping milky white down Akara's cheeks.
Squelch...
Akara moaned in his throat, not keening cutely or anything like that. Both hands pushed on Intha's thighs, trying to ease the force of the thrusts. He had to admit, sex with Intha felt amazing. He liked the way Intha would slam in, then pull out slowly as if he didn't want to.
"Hia... I'm cumming," he cried out, surprised at himself. He hadn't even been touched there, but the pleasure was so intense it was building at the tip.
"Yeah, me too. You're so warm."
"Deeper."
"Eung."
His name sounded shaky, but Akara didn't care-he was at his limit. He closed his eyes, feeling the last three or four thrusts from Intha, each one harder and deeper… He shuddered and came at the same time, feeling relief as Intha's huge shaft pulled out. Eyes half-closed, he tried to see Intha's shadow, watching the bigger man slip off the condom, tie it up, and toss it by the bed.
There was no conversation. Akara reached for the box of condoms, grabbed a small silver packet, and shoved it into Intha's hand as Intha rolled him onto his side, a warning of what position was coming next.
"Muffin..."
"Don't call me 'Muffin.'"'
"Why not?"
"I'm not that cute."
"You are to me." As soon as he said it, Intha slammed in all at once. Akara cursed loudly, smacking Intha's butt to get him to ease up
"If you keep this up... ugh... I'm really gonna beg for mercy."
"Go ahead, I want to hear it." He said that, but then kissed Akara to muffle his cries. Intha moved his hips in circles, using every trick he had, sending the tattooed tough guy over the edge again and again.
I told you not to challenge me.
You're done for!!!
What the fuck is happenin' with my life?!
Let me think for a second. Okay... I remember now. My hubby dumped me, I flew to Taiwan to get a new boyfriend, and met this temple boy named Intha. We fucked... last night.
Akara sat up, messing up his already tangled hair even more after just waking up. There was no guy named Intha in his room. The light coming through the cream curtains told him it was morning. His first one-night stand, and when he woke up, the dude who'd wrecked him was gone, leaving only the marks of their night, a sore hole, and a backache.
He's gone...
What am I supposed to expect...?
Whatever...
He shook his head at the short, shallow relationship. At least all his stuff was still there. He was cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes. The guy was pretty decent, too. Good skills, a good top... even made sure I was cleaned up before leaving.
But he must really love his monk's bag- he didn't even leave it behind as a keepsake. Thinking about it made Akara chuckle. He stretched, then slowly walked to the bathroom... Fresh clothes were already hung up and ready for him. There was a short note attached: 'Sorry for going through your bag. Got your clothes ready. The lucky colour today is white.'
"Jeez..." he laughed softly, turning to the mirror. The toothbrush was also set out. Akara rinsed his mouth and started brushing his teeth. He picked up his phone, left it since last night, and turned it on.
LINE from IM'IN
IM'IN: Sorry I left first, but I tried to wake you, and you wouldn't get up.
IM'IN: I was really happy last night.
IM'IN: I'm not a one-night guy. I'm serious.
IM'IN: I don't know if this is weird, since we just met, but I think I like you.
IM'IN: You're flying back Saturday, right? See you at the bar on Sunday.
IM'IN: I'm not just going to ghost you. I'll take responsibility. But today I have to help with the Kathin ceremony.
(Attached: Friday greeting sticker)
IM'IN: Don't forget to wear the lucky colour shirt I left for you.
Akara set the phone back down, leaning his shoulder against the bathroom wall for support...
Kathin ceremony...
Kathin ceremony...
Kathin ceremony... Fuck you!!!