Maybe
Arthit was standing by the bar at a club with a mojito in his hand and his body feeling exceptionally warm from the alcohol. A few minutes ago he was shouting to his friends over the loud music, informing them that he needed another drink before shuffling through the large crowd of people.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, and a very drunk Kongpob placed his arm around him. He mumbled something unintelligible and Arthit squinted at him for a moment before giggling.
"What?" he shouted incredulously and Kongpob smiled at him, a drunken mess.
"I said," Kongpob leaned in closer to Arthit's ear, "I also need another drink."
Arthit nodded in realization while Kongpon backed up and ordered a couple of shots. Arthit found himself scanning over Kongpob's profile and pursing his lips approvingly. Kongpob turned his head and smirked at him, raising a suggestive brow but otherwise ignoring his gaze. When the bartender placed down the drinks, Kongpob shifted a glass toward Arthit and gave him a subtle grin. Arthit didn't have time to contemplate his decisions before Kongpob was nudging his arm while holding up his own glass. Arthit picked up the glass and they did a small cheers before downing the shots. The alcohol burned down his throat with strangely satisfying heat and he found himself giggling into Kongpob's side. Kongpob laughed with him and then dragged him by the hand back to the dance floor.
About an hour later, Arthit was locked in a heated kiss with Kongpob. They were in the back of a cab on their way to Kongpob's apartment after ditching their friends at the club. Kongpob's fingers were tangled in Arthit's messy hair, and Arthit was nibbling on his bottom lip. When they arrived at Kongpob's apartment, he quickly paid the taxi driver before pulling Arthit inside.
Hands were grabbing desperately and hot breaths were exchanged. Arthit locked his gaze with Kongpob's once they reached his neatly made bed, and Kongpob licked his lips before pushing Arthit onto the mattress, trailing wet kisses down his neck and to his collarbone. They were both panting and flushed, their bodies pressing up against each other. Arthit made the first move, and slipped his hand under Kongpobs shirt. He slid his fingers to his back and took his shirt off with Kongpob's help. They stared into each other's eyes one more time, seeking for approval and receiving drunken consent. Kongpob's hands started tugging on Arthit's clothes and Arthit sighed contently into Kongpob's neck.
Arthit woke up the next afternoon with thin sheets surrounding his body and creating a sticky layer of sweat. He frowned at the unsettling taste in his mouth and groaned softly upon realizing that he was in Kongpob's bed. He looked over to his side and saw Kongpob's peaceful sleeping form. He was naked, Arthit noted, and he couldn't help the blush that flushed over his face.
He quickly shoved the blanket off of his upper body and sat up, searching the room for his underwear. When he found them, he slipped them on and bit his lip as he stared at Kongpob. He laid down on the bed again, his face feeling warm as he glanced over at him. Arthit nervously fiddled with his fingers as Kongpob started shifting in bed. He opened his eyes and stared at Arthit, realization clear on his face. Kongpob slowly covered his body with the sheets and smiled shyly at Arthit. He couldn't help but look away, feeling awkward under his gaze. Kongpob cleared his throat while trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Um," he started to say guiltily, "hi." He looked ashamed and embarrassed, but Arthit didn't know what to say.
"Hi," he muttered back softly. Arthit looked over at Kongpob again and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you mind if I shower?" he asked timidly.
"No, go ahead," Kongpob shook his head. Arthit shot him a small grin before standing up. He felt vulnerable under Kongpob's steady eyes and cursed to himself as he closed the bathroom door, turning on the shower and hopping in quickly.
Once he was out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and sighed once he remembered that he didn't have any clothes with him other than the ones he wore the night before. He stepped out of the room in a towel, and made his way back into the bedroom where Kongpob was sitting up on the bed. He looked up at Arthit and beckoned him over to his side. Arthit sat down awkwardly and Kongpob smiled at him softly.
"We don't need to make anything out of this if you don't want to," he said quietly. Arthit stared at him blankly, his mind racing with a million thoughts. He didn't know how to answer. All he knew was that he definitely felt something more than just friendship, but he was afraid that Kongpob thought it was just a mistake; he didn't want to appear needy or, quite frankly, stupid in front of Kongpob. Arthit shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah, that's fine," he replied casually, hoping Kongpob wouldn't notice his hesitance. Kongpob bit his lip and tried to laugh it off.
"Do you need to borrow some clothes?" he asked while scanning over Arthit's body. Arthit blushed and nodded, his throat clenching and his heart sinking.
The next time they got drunk, they were at Bright's house for a small get together. Arthit's nerves were long gone, and he was drunkenly flirting with Kongpob once again. Kongpob's hand was around his waist and Arthit didn't realize his friends' watchful eyes as he practically sat in his lap. He pretended to laugh at a joke, although he was actually concentrating on the way his leg was rubbing against Kongpob's.
The commotion died down around two in the morning, and Arthit and Kongpob were sitting on bright's couch. Some of their friends had fallen asleep around them while the others were in the kitchen conversing. Kongpob placed a lazy kiss on Arthit's lips and he smiled at the sudden action. Arthit clutched onto Kongpob's shirt collar and kissed back sweetly. He felt his stomach churn in confusion, but ignored the unpleasant feelings. They continued the sloppy kisses and Kongpob's hands made their way to his hips.
Arthit was sitting on top of Kongpob, he shifted so that his legs were on either side of him and he pressed small kisses to his neck. Kongpob hummed in approval as Arthir sucked on his sensitive skin. He moved his hand to the front of Arthit's jeans and started palming against the thick cloth. Arthit gasped quietly in Kongpob's ear and Kongpob started to buck his hips against his. A tiny moan escaped Arthit's lips, and a shiver ran down Kongpob's spine. He slid his hand down and gripped onto Arthit's thigh, causing him to squirm impatiently.
Suddenly, they heard hushed voices coming closer and immediately stared at each other with fearful eyes. Arthit quickly stopped his previous actions and pretended to be asleep, although he was still laying down on top of Kongpob. Kongpob did the same and by the time the others walked into the living room, they cooed at their seemingly innocent friendship, completely oblivious to the throbbing in both of their jeans.
When they woke up the next morning, it was to the teasing voices of their friends. Someone squealed once Arthit lifted his head from Kongpob's chest and looked at him sleepily. He blushed as he remembered their actions from the night before and Kongpob gave him a knowing look. While everyone continued talking, Arthit subtly placed a cushion over his lap and refused to make eye contact with Kongpob. Kongpob cleared his throat and excused himself from the room, giving Arthit an equally guilty glance.
Whenever they were sober, Kongpob treated him like a normal friend, and lately Arthit found himself craving his attention. He wanted to take advantage of any opportunity he had to be with Kongpob, but for a moment he started to feel used. He wasn't sure if these encounters he had with Kongpob meant anything to him at all. Simultaneously, he knew that he enjoyed their impromptu intimacies too much to stop himself, and in the end he truly couldn't help it. The last thing Arthit wanted was for Kongpob to find out that he was craving something more from this than he was letting on, and he was worried that maybe he was ruining their friendship.
A few days later, Arthit found himself drinking with an ulterior motive in mind. He had a lot more liquor than any of his friends did, and by the end of the night they were all shooting him worried glances. Kongpob, although a bit tipsy himself, stared at him sympathetically and told his friends he was going to take him to his bedroom. Arthit whined in protest and claimed he was still sober, but Kongpob led him to the room anyway, laughing at his feeble attempts to stop him.
When they entered the room, Arthit sat down of Kongpob's bed with a small smirk. He stared at Kongpob through his lashes and bit his lip suggestively. Kongpob let out a shaky laugh and ruffled his hair.
"Why are we here?" Arthit asked innocently.
"You're way too drunk right now," Kongpob insisted. "You should go to sleep." Arthit rolled his eyes at him.
"Come over here," he demanded from the bed. Kongpob blushed softly and sat down next to Arthit, looking at him curiously.
"What's up?" he asked expectantly. Arthit placed a hand on Kongpobs knee and looked at him with questioning eyes.
Kongpob laughed nervously and brought his hand up to Arthit's face, moving his hair to the side and cupping his cheek afterward. Arthit smiled delightedly, the tiny curl of his lips making Kongpob's heart race, and initiated a tentative kiss while scooting closer to Kongpob's side and placing a hand on his shoulder. Kongpob responded immediately, and he couldn't help but smirk into the kiss. Arthit pushed Kongpob down onto the bed and hovered over him. He kissed him with fervor and let one his hands tangle in his hair as nibbled playfully on his bottom lip. Kongpob's hands roamed over his back and gripped onto the cloth of his sweater. He abruptly placed a hand against Arthit's chest, putting a momentary stop to his actions.
"Wait," Kongpob whispered. Arthit moved to the side, allowing Kongpob to stand up and walk across the room. He closed the door and locked it, hastily turning back around and staring at an aroused and flustered Kongpob on his bed. Kongpob licked his lips subconsciously as he walked back and took Arthit into his arms.
Kongpob wasn't nearly as drunk as Arthit was.
They were together at Kongpob's house again, sitting idly on his bed and scrolling through their phones as music played from Arthit's laptop. Arthit was singing along to the lyrics and Kongpob was watching him with a faint smile on his face. Arthit looked up and they made eye contact. He laughed softly, and playfully shoved Kongpob to the side.
"Stop staring at me!" he shouted. Kongpob laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Can't help it," he shrugged. Arthit tried to hide a small smile by looking down at his phone. Kongpob giggled mischievously.
"You're smiling!" he teased.
"I am not!" Arthit scoffed, still not looking up at Kongpob.
"Yes, you are." Kongpob tried to tilt Arthit's head up, but his hand was slapped away. He laughed and tried again. "Come on, show me your face," he said in a mocking voice.
"Stop it!" Arthit whined childishly as he grabbed Kongpob's wrists, trying to restrain him. He looked up at him in the process, and Kongpob gasped dramatically.
"There you are!" he exclaimed triumphantly, making Arthit pout jokingly. Kongpob twisted his hands from Arthit's grip and sneakily intertwined their fingers. Arthit raised an eyebrow and glanced down, suddenly feeling flustered in his current position. When he looked back up at Kongpob, he noticed him staring at him endearingly.
"Kongpob..." he said quietly in a warning tone. Kongpob leaned in closer, uncertainty clear in his face. Arthit didn't look away this time, silently urging him to move closer. His eyes were pleading, yet the nervousness made his stomach churn.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Arthit looked at him in quiet desperation while Kongpob searched Arthit's face for a sign of approval. He leaned in even closer, making their noses brush lightly against each other. Arthit closed the gap, his lips capturing Kongpob's in a chaste kiss. For once they weren't too eager; their kiss was soft and gentle unlike the multiple that times before.
It ended as quickly as it began, before Arthit pulled back with his brows furrowed slightly. They didn't break away their eye contact. Kongpob raised a tentative hand to Arthit's face, letting his thumb brush gently over his lips and tilting his chin upward. He leaned in again, trying to calm Arthit's obvious nerves with multiple small pecks before deepening the kiss. Arthit gripped onto Kongpob's shoulders, his hands shaking a little bit before settling in a tight hold.
They broke apart for a moment, foreheads still touching as they exchanged deep breaths.
"Kongpob' are you sure...?" he started to ask in a timid whisper. Kongpob cut him off with another kiss, making Arthit gasp quietly as he was suddenly void of all confidence. When they separated once again, they looked at each other knowingly, both of them fully grasping that their actions were genuine and not completely driven by alcohol. This time their eyes weren't clouded with drunken lust or unease. There was no longer any hesitance; just soft touches, gentle kisses, and maybe something more.
