Hello everyone, this is my last post for the next couple of days as I'm off to Disneyland on Monday, normal posting will resume next Friday (when I'm properly back in England) so I'll leave you with some porn to keep you going for the next week. Enjoy :D

It doesn't take very long for Phichit to get over his illness but he still can't quite bring himself to text Chris and tell him that he's okay when he is better. He tries to work out how he feels about the whole situation but he very quickly comes to the realisation that he won't actually know until he see Chris and they talk again. Eventually he works up the courage to text him and the two of them set a date for Chris to come over again.

He spends the entire evening waiting for Chris to arrive, unable to settle himself down. He's on edge and his mind is filled with hundreds of questions, all that only seeing Chris will answer but he can't seem to make up his mind whether that is a good thing or not.

The knock at the door makes him jump and he has to stop himself from jumping up and running to answer it. Instead he makes his way as casually as he possibly can with every nerve in his body thrumming. Finally he's in front of the door and he takes a deep, steadying breath before he opens it. Chris is on the other side and he looks really quite hot, so hot in fact that Phichit has to physically stop himself from drooling. Stop it, stop it now! This is a bad train of thought to jump on so derail right now!

"Hey," Phichit manages, his voice more breath than word.

"Hi," Chris smiles.

"Hey," Phichit says again.

"Hi," Chris says.

"Hey..."

Chris chuckles. "We seem to be stuck on a bit of a loop here."

"Yeah sorry," Phichit says looking away. "Um come in." He steps aside so that Chris can enter and as soon as the door is closed he's suddenly very aware that they are almost touching in his tiny hallway. The tension hanging in the air could be cut with a knife and he knows he needs to say something but he can't seem to get the words out. "So... uh..." he finally begins, "what did you have planned for tonight."

Chris holds up a bag and grins. "I've got a lot in my bag of tricks."

"Oh yeah?" Phichit asks, turning to head towards the living room. "What kind of magic is this?"

"The fun kind," Chris says.

Phichit is about to ask what on earth he means by that but he turns and sees Chris grinning and holding up a large purple silicone dildo and the question immediately dies on his tongue. "Oh... that kind of fun."

"You okay?" Chris asks with a chuckle. "You look terrified."

"No... no I'm fine," Phichit stammers. "Um... what exactly is that for?"

"Well normally it's for sex," Chris replies matter of factly.

"Yeah I got that, I know what a dildo is," Phichit says, hoping against hope that Chris will just stop talking. "I mean what exactly have you bought it here for?"

"Well I was hoping that you'd be able to guess," Chris says still with that slightly infuriating grin on his face.

Phichit looks from Chris to the dildo and back again. "That's going up my butt isn't it?" he asks.

"Only if you want it to," Chris replies.

"I mean I'm not overly found of the idea but I guess it's something that is eventually going to have to happen," Phichit says.

"Not if you don't want it to," Chris says again. "If anal sex isn't something you're interested in it isn't the be all and end all for gay sex."

"But when we last..." Phichit gestures awkwardly between the two of them, unable to work up the courage to actually say the words 'had sex'. "I... er..." This whole conversation is beginning to get more and more uncomfortable by the second and he doesn't really know how exactly to put what he wants to say into words.

"Well I have had more experience at it and I quite like it so it really depends on whether you want to give it a try or not," Chris says. "That's why I bought the dildo. If you want to try it but aren't sure if you want to try it with another person then you can use this."

"Okay," Phichit says after thinking this over for a moment. "I can give it a go."

"Fantastic," Chris smiles, "but that's for later."

"It is?" Phichit asks, confused. He assumes Chris bought him a dildo so he could use it now and Chris could talk him through how to use it properly.

"Yes," Chris replies. "That you can do in your own time, you know the basics of opening someone up."

"So just doing to myself what I did to you?"

"Basically yes."

"Doable," Phichit says although privately wondering how in the hell he would actually go about that. "So what is today's lesson supposed to be about?"

"Shall we go through to your bedroom and talk?" Chris offers.

"That sounds ominous," Phichit mutters but leads the way to his bedroom all the same. He can feel Chris following him along with the tension still hanging in the air as his mind races with all the possible scenarios of what Chris could be wanting to do with him in his bedroom. Are we going to have sex again? Is he going to suck me off again? Is something else going to happen? Am I just over thinking this way too much?

"So," he says turning to face Chris as soon as he has closed the door behind the two of them. "What exactly are we doing in here?"

"I want to see how you masturbate," Chris says.

"Okay." That Phichit hadn't been expecting. He's not sure what he was (if anything) but it wasn't that.

"You alright?" Chris asks after Phichit doesn't say anything for a good minute.

"Yeah," Phichit replies shaking himself out of his slight stupor. "Sorry I was just surprised."

"Sorry, I should probably have prepared you better for that one," Chris says with a soft laugh.

"Can I ask why?" Phichit asks after a short pause.

"Sometimes it's a fun way to entice someone into sex," Chris says. "Also masturbation should be fun, you should enjoy yourself and enjoy pleasuring yourself. If you don't enjoy it then there's no point in it. It's also something that you should make time for. It has numerous benefits and it is something that you should do in order to relieve stress."

"That makes sense." It does. He can't even remember the last time that he actually had a spare five minutes to jerk off rather than collapsing into bed at the end of the day. Before he and Chris had sex last week he had been feeling quite pent up and it had been a good way to release some tension. With all the questions firing around in his mind (plus occasionally letting his thoughts wander back to Chris even when he knows they shouldn't) he's been building up a lot of frustration over the last week.

"So I want to see how you usually take care of yourself," Chris says. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the space next to him, encouraging Phichit to sit down. "Don't be scared I'm not going to bite you."

"Sorry," Phichit laughs as he sits down. "This has all come as a bit of a shock."

"Sorry," Chris says. "I should have probably warned you but there is no good way to say this over text."

"Understandable."

"So how do you usually do it?" Chris asks. "Do you watch porn? Do you read erotica or do you just think sexy thoughts and get yourself going that way?"

"I guess, depending on my mood, sometimes all of the above."

Chris laughs. "Or do you think of Dwayne Johnson?"

"Enough with the Dwayne Johnson," Phichit grins giving him a gentle shove.

"Okay okay sorry," Chris says putting his hands up in self defence. "So when it comes to actually masturbating is it just jerking off or fingering yourself?"

"Mostly just jerking off," Phichit replies. "I've never tried... I've never tried the other thing before."

"Well I'll make that your homework for this coming week," Chris says. "If you can do that once this week then you'll know something else about yourself."

"Sure," Phichit says although he has no idea when he's going to get this mythical time to write his own happy ending during the average week.

"Next question how often do you masturbate?" Chris asks.

"Um..."

"Please tell me you've having to calculate the times during a week rather than trying to remember the last time you actually did it," Chris sighs.

"I'm busy a lot of the time okay!" Phichit says defensively. "I have a full time job and most of the time when I get home all I want to do is go to bed rather than jerk off."

"Well that explains why you're so pent up so much of the time," Chris laughs.

"Fine how often a week do you jerk off?" he asks, pouting.

"Are we talking about me here or are we talking about you?" Chris asks with a grin. Clearly he's just amused by Phichit now.

"If you're going to pass comment on my masturbatory habits I should get the same privilege," Phichit grumbles.

"Fine," Chris says, still highly amused by the whole conversation. "About four times a week if I'm particularly busy."

"Four times a week?!" Pichit squeaks.

"Like I said that's if I'm particularly busy," Chris says. "More if I'm not."

"Oh my god."

"I try to aim for at least once a day sometimes," Chris continue. "If I'm having sex then I don't bother as I'm going to cum at least once anyway."

"I was most definitely not expecting this."

"Does that scare you?" Chris asks, a hint of mirth in his voice.

"No," Phichit replies hoping that he doesn't sound anything other than completely normal. "I just wasn't expecting it.

"Okay," Chris laughs. "So shall we get started then?"

"Started with what?" Phichit asks but as soon as the question is out of his mouth he realises how stupid he sounds. "Sorry."

Chris laughs. "It's fine," he says. "I should have given you a little more warning about this rather than just springing it on you like I have."

"No it's fine," Phichit says hurriedly. "I... er... I guess I'll get undressed."

Thankfully he's in simple clothes he wears around the house so he doesn't have to struggle awkwardly with skinny jeans getting stuck. He slips off his clothes as quickly as possible, all the time aware of Chris' eyes watching him as he strips. Slinging his clothes out of the way, once he's naked, Phichit goes to sit in the centre of his bed and await his next instructions.

"So how far do you want to take this?" Chris asks.

"Um..." Does he mean sex again? What on earth is he talking about?

"Do you want to just jerk off or do you want to try fingering yourself?" Chris asks and Phichit can feel his face heating up.

"Um... yeah," he says swallowing. "I can give it a go."

"Okay," Chris nods and pulls something small out of his jacket pocket and hands it to Phichit.

"What's this?" Phichit asks but as soon as he looks down at the box he wishes that he hadn't asked. His cheeks are on fire and he wants to bury his face in a pillow and scream. It's a small douching kit and this was most certainly not what he thought he was going to be doing with his evening. He can't even look up from the box to look at Chris, pretty sure that if he meets his eye then his head will just explode. "Actually don't answer that."

"I'm guessing that you've never used one of these before," Chris says.

"Not going to lie, no I haven't."

"I can talk you through it if you like?" Chris offers and Phichit wants him to just stop talking, please.

"I'm good," he says hurriedly, finally looking up from the box. "I'm sure there are instructions, I can work it out from there."

"Okay well if you need me give me a shout," Chris tells him.

On shaking legs Phichit gets up and scurries to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and the first thing he has to do is splash some water on his face to try and get it to cool down. Once he feels composed enough to actually look at the box again he thinks that he should probably get this over and done with quite quickly otherwise Chris will come over and ask if he needs a hand. Now that I really don't need.

It's kind of a mood killer and if Phichit had been hard before he started he definitely wouldn't be now. It's a weird sensation as well and he doesn't want to be doing this every day but he gets through it as swiftly as he can and doesn't get a knock asking if he needs help. Once he's done he goes back to his bedroom to see Chris, still sitting in the same place, looking at something on his phone. He knocks on the door and clears his throat, making Chris look up.

"I'm ready," he says.

"Good," Chris smiles and puts his phone away. "If you want to get comfortable and just pretend I'm not here. I left some lube on the side from when you need it."

"Okay," Phichit says. He has no idea how he's going to pretend Chris isn't there as he's never had someone watch him jerk off before so he has no idea how to start.

He lies back against his pillows and closes his eyes – if I can't see him then I should be okay and I won't freak out as much. He tries to think about something sexy but knowing that Chris is only at the foot of his bed, watching him to critique him on his performance, is putting somewhat of a mental block on him.

Or you could just think of Chris...

The more he does think about it the more he thinks it might be a good idea. Having Chris there watching him is currently his biggest distraction so why not think about how good Chris looked on his knees taking his cock was? The way he tightened around him every time he thrust into his prostate... The soft moans that escaped his throat...

Phichit can feel himself getting hard especially as one of his hands slips down his chest to play with one of his nipples. It's like a jolt of electricity going through his body and it feels amazing! Slowly he forgets that Chris is watching him, that he even has an audience as his hand slips further down his chest to his cock. He begins to stroke it, squeezing a little harder than usual as if trying to replicate the way Chris made him feel last time. It's so good that he can feel his head spinning.

He blindly reaches for the lube, still keeping his eyes shut and a soft groan escapes from his mouth as he squeezes some of it onto his hand and spreads it around his fingers. Hand still on his cock he feels a lot less nervous about the prospect of doing this. He manoeuvres himself onto his hands and knees so that he can get a better angle, continuing to pump himself as he slips the first finger in.

Having never tried this before he doesn't know what to expect but it feels fucking fantastic! His body is on fire in the best way possible and he feels so good as he fucks himself with his finger, swiftly adding a second when he thinks he can take it. Before he knows it he's fingering himself open with three fingers and it feels so good his head spins. The more he remembers his time with Chris from the previous week the hotter under the collar he gets and before he can stop himself he's thinking about it begin Chris' cock inside him instead, pounding into him and making him feel so fucking good.

"Ah Chris," he moans quietly without thinking and the next thing he knows is there is a soft pair of lips at his ear.

"Thinking about me are you?" Chris chuckles.

Phichit's eyes snap open and both of his hands stop. Oh shit! Oh fucking shit a brick! This is not good! "N... no," he stammers. "I just... I..." He can't find the words to explain himself, especially not when he still has a hand on his dick and three of his fingers inside himself.

"Don't worry I'm not going to complain," Chris says, his breath hot and heavy in Phichit's ear and a hand stroking up Phichit's side. "In fact do you have any idea just how gorgeous you look right now?"

"I..." Phichit can't find the words to express what is going on inside his head. He's so turned on as he was getting pretty close to cuming before his faux pas and now he can't seem to move. That doesn't seem to matter though as Chris' hands – his wonderful, warm hands – are slowly exploring his chest.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Chris whispers in Phichit's ear, eliciting a soft groan from him as his fingers brush a nipple. "So you can experience both?"

"Oh god yes!" Phichit isn't even sure what he's agreeing too but when Chris' hand slips down his chest to wrap around his own on his cock he just about fucking loses it. He wants Chris more than anything and he's so close he doesn't think he can wait for it.

A hand on his chin turns his face towards Chris' and before he knows what's happening a warm pair of lips are on his. Chris' lips are soft but insistent and Phichit's head is swimming, even more so as Chris' tongue slips passed his open lips to rub against his. Head spinning, Phichit allows himself to be kissed senseless, Chris' other hand guiding his own on his cock. It feels so good and he needs Chris to fuck him before he goes insane!

"Turn around," Chris orders breathlessly as he pulls away from Phichit's lips.

All Phichit can do is nod in response as the warmth of Chris' body disappears completely. Is this actually happening? He can't quite believe that it's real but as he slips his fingers out of himself and turns so that he's on his back he catches sight of Chris and he knows that is. He's already tossed his shirt to the side and is making short work of his jeans. The bulge is obvious and it makes Phichit's heart jolt to know that Chris is hard and it's from watching him getting himself off. He called me gorgeous, he wants to fuck me...

Time seems to slow down and speed up in equal measure and Phichit can't quite keep a handle on it. In almost no time at all Chris has a condom on, has slicked his cock and his fingers up in lube and is slipping those amazingly long fingers inside him. He can't help the moan that rips from his throat. It feels so good, having Chris inside him and he doesn't think he can take much more teasing with just fingers before he loses it completely.

"Chris," he groans as he feels Chris' fingers just brush his prostate, enough to tease and tantalise but not enough to actually do anything. "Chris... please..."

"Please what?" Chris asks thrusting his fingers in as deep as they'll go, ramming them into Phichit's prostate and making him cry out. He just about manages to crack his eyes open to see the smirk on Chris' face. He knows that he's driving Phichit completely crazy and he's smug about it – the bastard! Phichit knows Chris wants to hear him begging for it and, if he weren't so turned on, he would try and preserve some of his dignity. He would try and make out that he isn't a complete mess but he is. He's too far gone to worry or care about his pride.

"Please fuck me!" he cries.

"As you wish," Chris whispers in his ears, breath ghosting past the shell before he takes Phichit's earlobe between his teeth and gives it a playful bite. Phichit feels like laughing at the Princess Bride reference but realises that that is probably not a good idea and says nothing. Nothing is going to ruin this mood especially as Chris kisses him again.

This is different he just about has the mental capacity to think. When the two of them last fucked there was no kissing and any that was done certainly wasn't on the lips. He's not going to complain though – Chris is an amazing kisser and it feels so good. He reaches up and clings to Chris' shoulder, blunt nails digging in as he feels Chris' cock slowly pushing into him. It feels like he's being stretched to his limit but feels fucking amazing at the same time.

Once he's fully sheathed inside him Chris' head falls against Phichit's shoulder, both of them trying not to lose it completely. He was right about Chris making it good though – there is a slight burn at the base of his spine but other than that, no pain or discomfort. All he feels is full and hot and so fucking good.

"Breathe," Chris tells him softly and he suddenly lets out the breath he has been holding. He didn't even realise he was doing it.

"Sorry," he gasps, panting in great gulps of air as he tries to catch his breath.

"It's alright," Chris says, pressing his forehead to Phichit's and cupping his face with a hand, thankfully, not covered in lube. "Just don't want you passing out on me before we get to the good stuff."

"Is this not the good stuff?" Phichit teases, smirking.

Without warning Chris suddenly thrusts into him making him cry out and arch off the bed. "That is the good stuff," he says with a breathy laugh.

"Holy fuck! Please do that again!"

And he does. Chris begins to thrust in and out of Phichit, hard and fast, pounding into him at a furious pace. Phichit clings to Chris' shoulders as Chris presses his lips to every bit of available skin he can reach. Phichit's so swept up in the pleasure he doesn't even register this, that is until Chris' lips find his. Breath mingling and tongues tangling one of Phichit's hands sinks into Chris' soft hair to keep him close.

"Oh my god Phichit," Chris pants as he feels Phichit tightening around him. "You feel so amazing!"

"Chris please," Phichit groans as Chris' cock begins to ram into his prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm so close I..."

"That's it," Chris all but growls, "I want to see your face while you cum."

It doesn't take long. Phichit's already so on edge that all it takes is a few more thrusts to push him over and he cums. He tightens around Chris like a vice and it feels so good that a few more thrusts into that impossibly tight heat and Chris reaches his peak as well. He continues to thrust into Phichit so that the two of them ride out the pleasure high together, Phichit's fingers still clinging to Chris for dear life.

Once they've both calmed somewhat Chris presses his forehead to Phichit's, panted breaths mingling again. He looks down into Phichit's dark eyes and feel his heart hammering against his chest. Phichit looks up, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wants to say something but before he has the chance Chris' lips press to his again in a hot, sweet kiss that makes his heart pound and his head spin.

What the hell does this mean?