Page 63 of Baby Love

I hear P’Park settling into his bed. “Goodnight,” he says after a couple of beats of silence I’m too cowardly to fill. He shuts off his bedside light.

“Night,” I force myself to say before rolling onto my side, my back to him.

It’s ages before I fall asleep, but then, in a blink of an eye, the sunlight’s streaming over me, I’m on my back, and P’Park’s bed is empty.

I stumble into the bathroom to pee and nearly collide with him. Hands latching onto his waist, it only takes a second to register his cool, wet skin under my palms.

“I sweated a lot last night,” he explains the reason for showering again this morning.

Blinking stupidly, I stare at P’Park’s hard pecs, which are only a couple of inches from my nose.

Snatching my hands away and taking a step back, I say, “Oh, yeah, it was hot…I mean, the room. Was hot.” I look away, so embarrassed I want to die.

“I’ll just go in the bedroom and get dressed, and you can use the bathroom.” P’Park scoots around me.

Taking a deep breath, I tell myself to pull it together. P’Park either thought I was acting the night before when I sucked his thumb into my mouth, or he is giving me an out to save face. We will pretend it never happened. And I need to stop ogling him when his shirt’s off.

The scenes we shoot that morning at the beach are all of Khao and Boom playing in the water and walking hand-in-hand along the surf. Since the scenes will be edited and set to music, we don’t have to worry about our lines and can just have fun. Afterward, the cast and crew have a big lunch at the hotel, and then P’Park and I rest while P’Daeng and P’Gift film their scenes. It has to be a struggle for them as a newly formed couple to do these scenes that take place several episodes into the series. It’s fortunate that P’Gift has been doing this a long time and handles everything with aplomb. He has his own way of doing it, but he’s as good as Aod was at the comedic side of his character. In between shoots, P’Daeng and P’Gift don’t interact much, though. I suddenly realize that our success—mine and P’Park’s—depends partly on their performance in this series. It’s a sobering thought that makes me a little anxious because I have absolutely no control over them.

Back in our room, P’Park takes a nap while I study the script. We have one more scene to film that day, so when it’s time to eat, I wake him up and we head down to the hotel restaurant for a light dinner.

The sun is just beginning to set when we hit the beach an hour later. P’Park and I strip to our bathing suits, and P’Pear touches up our makeup. With the orange and pink hues as a backdrop, Boom and Khao share a heartfelt conversation that thankfully goes smoothly without any retakes, and by the time the last rays of sun hit the horizon, we’re ready to film the NC portion of the scene.

Nerves dancing beneath my skin, I walk away a few paces in an attempt to remain in character while P’Big clears the area of most of the staff. Then he calls us over. “Just let what happens happen, just like you did before,” he instructs us calmly before leaving us to go stand behind one of the cameramen.

The only sound in the quiet night comes from the surf behind us. With the lights shining our way and most everyone else in shadow, it’s easy to pretend we’re alone if we ignore the cameraman closest to us. Closing my eyes, I take several deep, even breathes, centering myself while P’Big murmurs directions to the guy in charge of the lighting.

I’m Boom. I’m with Khao, the man I love.

When I open my eyes, P’Park is inches away. We let the tension build between us.

“Begin from the moment you no longer hold back,” P’Big calls out. “Action!”

We come together in a hungry kiss that shocks me with its intensity and only becomes more bold as the seconds tick by. Our bodies respond, dicks hardening and breaths coming in quick, eager pants. When P’Park pins me against the rough bark of a slender tree and ducks his head to suck on my neck, I moan and turn my face toward him for another deep kiss. Our tongues tangle and, slowly, we sink to our knees in the sand, the cameras following our every move.

P’Park settles on top of me, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other slides up my bare stomach, sending tingles along my skin. P’Big’s voice crackles over the walkie-talkie. “Boom, wrap your legs around Khao’s waist.”

I obey, eagerly canting my hips, pushing my swollen groin against the hard bulge in the front of P’Park’s bathing suit, desperate for friction. When P’Park pulls my leg up and rests my calf on his shoulder, my breath hitches and my entire body tingles. Open to him like I am, even with the fabric of our swim trunks between us, I have a sudden and deep longing to give myself to him.

The line comes easily.

“I want to feel you inside me, Khao,” I say, meeting his gaze. He’s panting hard, and I watch his eyes widen as I slide my hand downward to the waist of his swim trunks.

P’Park’s lips graze my shoulder, and I’m not acting when I close my eyes, mouth falling open in pleasure. When he sucks my nipple, I cry out, sensation radiating from my core.

“Now, act like you’re pulling off your swim suits. Then simulate the movements of intercourse,” P’Big’s voice crackles over the walkie-talkie. We do, moving while we’re kissing like we’re pushing our swim trunks down our legs. Then P’Park starts thrusting, his rock-hard cock pushing against mine, and pleasure sparks through my body.

“Climax!” P’Big’s voice crackles on the walkie-talkie, and I do my best to simulate the moment of completion, head dropping back and my mouth falling open. P’Park let’s out a groan that nearly makes me come for real, and P’Big calls an end to the scene. It takes a minute before P’Park and I can break character, and we lie there panting for a few moments before he rolls off me.

P’Big and P’Luke study the footage for a few moments, and I concentrate on bringing my breathing back under control, very aware of P’Park’s heart thundering against my side.

“Good work, you two. Let’s try it one more time, beginning from when you sink to your knees. This time, Spin, I want to take some close-ups of your hands at your sides, scrabbling at the sand. Also, kiss Park’s neck.”

Oh, my God. Wouldn’t it be awful if I came in my pants for real?

Staff rush up to brush the sand off us, and we do the scene again, and then a third time before P’Big is satisfied.

As the cameramen pack up their gear, P’Park sits up. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him adjust himself before standing and lending me a hand.

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