Only Friends: Dream On.

Arnold continued to have fun with his friends for a while longer, until they all started getting too drunk and gradually dispersed to their rooms. He himself was getting sleepy and thought he should go to bed soon, because the bus wouldn't leave the resort until noon the next day, and it would be a problem if he didn't wake up in time.

As he was about to turn around, Arnold's eyes caught sight of Dean staggering and about to fall. He rushed over to help him, worried.

 

"Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm alright!" The Prince of Fine Arts laughed like a complete drunkard. "Oh, look at you, Romeo!"

 

"You're practically incoherent. Come on, I'll take you back to your room." Dean tried to resist, but he couldn't overpower Arnold. He slumped into Arnold's arms like a doll. Arnold laughed at Dean's antics, trying to support the almost unconscious body and guide him back to their rooms. But when they reached the door, Dean shook himself free, running around with his arms outstretched like a child, deliberately trying to annoy Arnold.

 

"Don't run! You'll fall!"

 

Dean ignored him, continuing to laugh gleefully. He tried to dodge Arnold's outstretched hand several times, but before he could react, he tripped over his own feet and fell face-first. Luckily, Arnold caught him just in time before he hit the ground.

 

"See?"

 

Dean, in Arnold's arms, smiled sweetly. He looked at the man in front of him with tender eyes. The Prince of Mercy charmed the leading man for a moment.

 

"Tell me, what do you like more?" the voice asked. "Kissing me, or kissing Raffy?"

 

Arnold paused for a moment, then shook his head, dismissing the thought that had just occurred to him. "I don't know. I can't remember."

 

"Really…" The man in his arms narrowed his eyes. "Then kiss me, and you'll know." Arnold was stunned by the words. His heart fluttered at the alluring invitation. The young man slowly leaned his face closer. He smelled the sweet scent of alcohol from the full lips, as if it were an invitation. But when the distance between them was only one centimeter, five hands landed squarely on his face. Arnold recoiled, forcing him to open his eyes. Before he could see Dean's distorted face as he recoiled and tried to pull away,

 

"Ah... 'Rinque of Sin' shook his head. "You only get the right to kiss me in the play."

"Come to think of it, we've kissed so many times," Dean rolled his eyes, thinking. "More than I've kissed any girlfriend in my life combined."

 

"R-really?" Arnold was surprised, but also relieved.

"I'm sorry."

"It was a play. I was yours only in the play. But now...." Dean managed to slip his arms away, "I belong to someone else."

 

"Jack, right?"

 

"Who told you!" Dean's eyes widened, before he slowly forced a smile, trying to hide his delight. "Did Jack say that?"

 

Arnold was amused by Dean's reaction, considering it payback for almost getting him into trouble.

 

"I don't know. Let him say it himself."

 

"Arnold."

 

"What?" Arnold stopped in front of the door. Dean, his face flushed and a mischievous smile, slurred his words like a drunkard.

 

"Maybe someone's waiting for a kiss from Arnold,"

 

Arnold knew what the other person meant. The handsome actor smiled in response,

shrugging, before opening the door and entering the room first.

 

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Raffy took off Rome's shirt, then showered his chest with kisses, sucking and licking passionately, the sounds of lewdness breaking the quiet of the night, away from the eyes of others. Rome closed his eyes, his lips parted, moaning with pleasure. He looked down at the other man who was carefully licking his abdominal muscles down to the soft hair below his navel. After a moment, he chuckled, speaking in a deep, almost growling voice.

 

"Is it because Jack ignored you?"

 

"Don't talk so much," his gaze lingered above the waistband of his pants. "Do you want it?"

 

"Yes," Rome replied without hesitation. "Make it hard, make my legs weak." Raffy pulled down the other man's pants. The erect, firm masculinity was revealed like a mast above the sea. He covered it with his lips, tasting every nook and cranny with all his might. The familiar taste, the longed-for one, made his own emotions surge as well. Raffy took off his pants to pleasure his own penis with a violent, frantic rhythm. Rome smirked wickedly before pulling him up and turning him around. His thick hand put on a condom, then used the lubricating gel to facilitate insertion. Just the touch of the tip sent shivers down their spines, their voices following the rhythm of the thrusts. They embraced tightly, making up for the longing they had both felt for each other. Rome bit into Raffy's slender neck as he released his pent-up emotions into the warm, inviting passage. Raffy tilted his head back as if to gasp for air, but that opportunity was stolen from him. Rome's long, passionate kiss.

 

When the pleasure was over, things returned to normal. They dressed without speaking. Raffy tried to avoid Rome's gaze, but Rome remained fixed on his face as if admiring a work of art.

 

"What?" Raffy blurted out, realizing he'd been interrupted.

 

"I missed you."

 

"Hmph. We see each other every day." "What the hell would you miss?"

 

"I miss the time we had sex," Rome confessed. "Don't you miss that at all?"

 

"No," Raffy denied immediately. He had just finished putting on his last shirt. "I have to go back to my room. Pete will get suspicious."

 

"Wait, talk to me first," Rome grabbed the other's arm. "Was I good just now?"

 

"What do you want, Rome?"

 

"I just want some time alone with you. I know you don't like frivolous conversations. So, here it is. Can't we just talk about sex, like you wanted?" Rome said, almost pleading, causing Raffy to automatically freeze. The other man had never acted like this before. It wasn't wrong for him to be surprised. Raffy thought for a while before finally giving an answer.

 

"It was good, but you bit my neck."

 

"Sorry," Rome smirked mischievously. "I'll make it up to you later."

 

"Will there be a later?"

 

"Do you want one?"

Raffy fell silent, as if that simple question was deciding the future between the two of them. He looked at Rome's face for a moment. Before nodding slightly, "Yes."

 

Rome was pleased with the answer. He put his arm around Raffy's neck and they walked back to their accommodation together. They walked past several bungalows, but at one point Raffy stopped, quickly pulling away from Rome's arm around his neck.

 

"What the hell?"

 

"Help!"

 

Raffy turned to scold him and took out his phone, opening the camera app.