HEMP ROPE AKA BETWEEN US.

Nameless Relationship.

TMP!

A bang on the wall followed by a sound of two bodies grinding, warm lips kissing in frantic breaths. They were neither in a drunken state nor being drugged. It was simply the teenage boys' desire to release.

 

"Mmmm," the assailant moaned with satisfaction. The two fought over dominance until they went out of breath. Then they separated and made eye contact. One was a newbie in the club. He thought they'd gotten along well, but he had no idea that they'd gotten to this point. Same-sex relationships never even crossed their mind.

 

"Turn around," the blond young man flipped the other's body, causing the other's face to lean against the wall. He pressed a kiss on the other's nape before biting it, leaving a mark.

 

"Ugh, don't bite!" The one bitten attempted to stomp the other's foot with his, but the assailant knew better, dodging his feet back.

 

The Swimming Club Vice President from T University licked his lips. He slipped his hand under the boy's undershirt, squeezing the hardened nipple in return.

 

"Kuh, damnit," The curse came with the tensing of the body. The large hand kept teasing until he saw the younger man's legs start wobbling, then he moved his hand lower, slipping into the young boy's shorts and drawing his hand to the butt. The junior flinched, attempting to remove the prying hand, but a laugh and a low tone of voice hit his nerves.

 

"Are you scared?" Just one word was enough for a stubborn kid to let himself continue being touched.

 

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The Swimming Club organised a welcome trip for the freshmen at the beach, where the resort belonged to the family of the ever-cheerful club's vice president, Phawin aka Win. He was a big guy with striking blond hair. 

 

Sipping his soda, he watched over his club members having fun barbecuing before their return trip. For days, they'd been over countless games and swimming races, giving them all an unavoidable tan.

 

"Guess we won't be sleeping tonight." The president showed up next to him. As usual, he would keep an eye on these monkeys for their safety. But since this was their last day, he'd let them have fun. They could sleep on the bus on their way home the day after.

 

"Aren't you going to have fun with them?" Win asked out of politeness, earning himself a glare rather than a verbal comeback. His friend never liked partying.

 

"It's midnight. Tell them to keep it down." Dean clapped a hand on Win’s shoulder and walked away to his room. He had to write a summary report of the camping trip to the advisor. Win flicked his head. Then, he shouted something to the juniors before returning to his room. Six occupants were booked for each bungalow; however, two people remained. As the resort owner's son, he booked two rooms in the hotel for himself and the club president.

 

The young man strolled past the reserved bungalows. Some had their lights on, with occupants still up and about, while others had theirs off, creating complete silence. He reckoned they must have sorted out a group to crash early or stay late.

 

"Oh," He said once he caught sight of someone sneaking out of the dark bungalow. Weren't they supposed to be asleep? Win decided to take a look at the bungalow in question. The door was left slightly ajar, and a gap was big enough for him to see what was going on inside. Damn brats!

 

He slapped his forehead hard. To think that the light went off meant they were good kids going to bed early, but they were watching porn! The lady's moan on the TV was audible; the video content was reaching its peak. Not to mention the little brats' collective moans as they were handling themselves in front of the screen. Win wondered if he should bust in and ruin their mood. He laughed softly to himself, closed the door, and then walked away. He wasn't that mean, and the boys shouldn't hold it in too long.

 

The night had a starry sky. The resort lights were barely sufficient to see the path. The tall figure casually treaded towards his room, but he stopped once he caught a breathing sound. He knew better than to get involved with that weird sound, but as the son of a resort owner, he couldn't just ignore it. He headed towards the sound and saw the familiar face of the first-year student. The kid was pouring water over his head with a water hose.

 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Win pulled the hose away, thinking the junior had acted in a drunken state.

 

"...Hia,'" the voice quivered. The only one who called him 'Hia' was Team. Now the little brat was in front of him, soaked to the skin. His face reddened, and he was breathing heavily. Win's sharp eyes studied the kid. Team was a naughty junior. He liked playing pranks on people, but wasn't a bad kid. Win shifted his face closer until his face touched the junior's. Win sighed, smelling no alcohol.

 

"What are you doing, Hia!?" The junior squeaked.

 

"Just checking if you've been drinking. What are you..." His eyes went lower. What he saw down there made his eyebrows rise. So the kid who sneaked out of that bungalow was Team.

 

"You were watching porn, weren't you?" He said while holding back his laughter. Of course, Team would quickly turn away, hiding his hard-on.

 

"Get lost, Hia."

 

The audacity. A mischievous smile crept across the fun-loving guy. He closed the distance between them and whispered into the boy's ear.

 

"Why don't you masturbate like your friends? How on earth would drenching yourself wet help you?"

 

Team cussed and heaved a heavy sigh as a response to his jackass senior. "I started, but didn't finish. There are too many people around." 

 

That room was filled with too many faces, dampening his mood. Who could finish it? Then, group sex is out of the question?" Win nodded to himself and laughed at Team's glare.

 

"You'll get sick dumping water on your head at night." He looked around the area. It was dark, and the light from the walkway could not reach it. His sharp eyes studied the junior from head to toe. The kid stood uncomfortably, frowning as if in pain. Win bit his lips; he could go with whatever, as he sympathised with the junior. "Need help?"

 

"Huh?" The junior's eyes widened as he looked up at Win. "With what?" He asked as he stepped back three steps. Team gawked at the man before with distrust. He heard Win was bisexual. But Team couldn't possibly handle experiencing it himself.

 

"Well, what help do you think you need?" Win crossed his arms over his chest, sizing up the junior who looked like a ferocious cat, ready to pounce on him at any moment. 

 

"You're uncomfortable right now. You'll get sick. Don't you ever get help from a friend?" 

 

He arched his brow, challenging the junior. Team rolled his eyes. He looked around in the darkness, hearing only the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the faint laughter of his classmates somewhere along the shoreline.

 

"What if someone sees us?" He gave an indecisive response, partially accepting and partially rejecting. Win shrugged, then he grabbed the junior's arm and dragged him away from the walkway to a dark corner covered by a bush, adjacent to a dark and quiet bungalow. 

 

"Shit, Hia. Really?" Team, who had never been jerked off by friends, felt light-headed. Even more frightening was that his senior seemed set on it. He flinched as he found himself turned around against the bungalow, his face on the wall.

 

"Shh. Be quiet, or they'll hear you." The other pushed his leg between his and pried them apart. Team's eyes bulged as he looked at his senior in disbelief. Aren't you too smooth!?

 

"Ngghhhh."

 

The boy held his breath as he felt the warmth closing in on his back. His pants were pulled down along with his underwear, leaving them crumpled at his knees. He couldn't believe what he was doing.

 

"Hmmm! What a handful," The baritone voice whispered before the large hand grabbed his core. Team pursed his lips and shut his eyes, allowing the other to run his hand against the strong shaft. This was the first time someone else had touched him there. The feeling of weird arousal ran through him.

 

"Nghh...Ah."

 

The stiff body in his arms drove Win to go faster. He gave the soaked tip a harsh rub; the junior jerked and moaned.

 

"Almost there."

 

"Hia, you're talking too much." The annoyed tone almost made Win laugh. He ground himself on the boy and sped up his hand job.

 

"Then shut me up."

 

Team tsked, giving the senior a side-eye as they breathed heavily. His legs trembled with uncontrollable emotion as he climbed to its peak. Their warm breaths mingled with low, moaning sounds. Then their lips moved closer.

 

"Mmm..." The soft lips closed on each other. Team opened his lips slightly, the other pushed his tongue in, and Team responded eagerly. The sound of their wet tongues entwining with each other aroused them even further. The younger man scraped his nails on the wall; his breath hitched as he pushed his lips deeper.

 

"Ah!!" Then the release came out soaking wet.

 

"Huff." Team leaned on the bungalow's wall, catching their breath. It had been so long since his last release. It was satisfying and … and what the hell was grinding at his waist?

 

He squinted at the man standing behind him. Win glanced down at his hand; then he licked the semen. Team's heart pounded. His core, which had seemed soft, was hardening again. Their eyes are drawn to one another. In the dark sky, the sound of the waves was drowned out by the sound of their hearts. Without words, their passionate desires spoke of everything.

 

Win licked his lips. He gestured to the junior to put on his pants and led the way. At first, Team was hesitant and nervous, but eventually, he scratched his head in frustration and trailed after the vice president's footsteps in silence. They fell into an unexpected relationship.

 

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Team crashed into the dorm's firm bed, almost hurting himself on the hard mattress. His bag was left forgotten at the door. Despite sleeping all the way back from the club's trip, he was still dead tired. The boy turned to lie on his back. His brows ticked as he felt the pain, so he turned to lie on his stomach.

 

He did it. He slept with the club's senior after knowing him for just a few months. He blamed it on the teenage hormones that got him thrown into a path he had never dreamed of. But what was done was done. He lost nothing, and that damn bro used a condom. It was just a one-night stand to help him clear his mind.

 

"Hold on," Team's eyes widened. The hell! Why did he bring a condom on the trip? That prick!

 

The restless boy scratched his head, glancing at the clock; it was already nine. He had a class tomorrow. Removing his clothes, he ambled to the washroom. What he saw in the mirror left him stunned. He was stunned by the kiss marks and bite marks all over his body.

 

"Ughh, is he a Hia or a dog?" How could he show up at the club with all these marks? Team ran a hand over the fading mark on his collarbone. This mark should disappear soon, but the other marks will take several days to clear. Damn it.

 

After a quick shower, he threw himself on a bed. He grabbed a cellphone and texted his group of friends, telling them he'd take a day off because of a cold. He'd catch up with the lecture from them later. His close friend Pharm, who was too nice for his own good, cared so much about Team's health that it made Team feel guilty. Team couldn't possibly show up at the university with a red mark on his neck. Damn it all.

 

Team spent a minute chatting with Manow and Pharm, his two closest friends, then put his phone away and curled himself against a bolster. He closed his eyes due to fatigue. That touch was still vivid in his mind. The sound of a whisper in his ear and the heavy breathing carved deep in his memories. The pain, the pleasure and the moves that warmed him up all over his body.

 

That night, they kept holding each other, learning for the first time how someone else's skin could feel so good against their own. Especially the tattooed skin, it made his heart throb.